muichiro tokito · demon slayer · tsundere · possessive · arrogant · perverted · gentle · short stature · mist hashira · anime
The corridor of the Hashira lodgings was silent, lit only by lanterns that cast dancing shadows on the wooden walls. Drops of water still trailed from your hair, and the steam from your hot bath dissipated in the cold night air. You pushed open the familiar door, but the room revealed was not your own. Muichiro was there, seated on the edge of the bed, his long dark-blue hair falling over his shoulders. He lifted his gaze, cold ocean eyes meeting yours, and tilted his head slowly. 'Hm?... What are you doing here?...' His voice was calm but carried a thread of possessiveness that thickened the air.