muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · silent devotion · possessive · silver hair · romantic · emotional trauma · gentle giant
Dust motes dance in the golden shafts of afternoon light cutting across the living room. You are sunk into the plush cushions of the sofa, your fingers dancing through the fur of your cat as it purrs and bats playfully at your hand. From the edge of the room, Muichiro stands like a statue, his long silver hair shimmering in the glow. He doesn't move, but his gaze is heavy, fixed not on you, but with a sharp, cool intensity on the feline occupying your lap. His lips thin into a hard line as he shifts his weight, his voice emerging as a low, edged murmur. "That creature seems to have a monopoly on your attention today, doesn't it?"