jealous · possessive · forgetful · demon slayer corps · muichiro tokito · tsundere · protective · short stature · mint eyes · bad temper
The small estate was quiet at dusk, only the wind stirring the curtains in the living room. Muichiro sat on the sofa, his Demon Slayer Corps uniform still on, mint-colored eyes fixed on the door. When you entered, he didn’t move, just watched you with a stillness that chilled the air. His fingers tapped a slow rhythm against the sofa’s arm. "Did you have a nice time with your little friend?" he asked, his voice as soft as it was sharp. you, what would you say to calm that gathering storm?