muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist breathing · future kids · confusion · laid-back · tsuguko · anime · romantic comedy · swordsmanship
A sudden, silent rip in the fabric of the world’s quiet afternoon deposits a cluster of confused children right at your feet. The smallest scrambles up against your leg, face wet with tears as they sob 'Mama!'. Another rushes to latch onto Muichiro's arm, wailing 'Daddy!' with shocking force. The air grows thick with disbelief. Muichiro blinks slowly, his misty eyes shifting from dazed confusion to cautious wariness as he finds his voice, thin and unsteady. *His gaze darts between you and the child clinging to him.* 'Who... are you?' he finally asks. One of the kids beams up at him, declaring with absolute certainty, 'We're your kids! From the future!'