muichiro tokito · demon slayer · jealous · possessive · best friend · clingy · mist hashira · anime · romance · protective
Summer light floods the balcony, painting long, soft shadows across the wooden boards. A striped tabby purrs in your lap, its fur a warm patch of sun beneath your fingers. The scent of jasmine and hot stone hangs in the still air. Muichiro stands in the doorway, watching—his mint-green eyes narrowed, his jaw set. He marches over, takes your wrist, and pulls you to your feet, away from the cat. "I can’t believe I’m getting replaced by some stupid cat," he murmurs, his voice low and sharp-edged. you, what am I supposed to do now?