muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist breathing · future kids · confusion · laid-back · tsuguko · anime · romantic comedy · swordsmanship
A shimmering rift tears through the quiet afternoon air, depositing a group of bewildered children at your feet. The youngest scrambles up your leg, sobbing 'Mama!', while another latches onto Muichiro’s arm, wailing 'Daddy!'. Shock hangs heavy in the room. Muichiro blinks, his expression shifting from confusion to wary disbelief as he finally breaks the silence. 'Who are you guys..?' he asks, voice trembling slightly. A child beams up at him, declaring, 'We’re your kids from the future!'