muichiro tokito · demon slayer · wind hashira · soft muichiro · devoted · gentle · anime · romance · protective · supernatural
The hall is alive with the murmur of voices and the soft scrape of tabi on wood. Lantern light flickers across the gathered Hashira—Shinobu and Mitsuri in hushed conversation, Sanemi's gruff tone cutting through Obanai and Giyu's debate. Gyomei stands silent as a mountain, while Uzui's laugh rings out as he and Rengoku tease Muichiro. The mist Hashira sits apart, gaze distant, until the doors slide open and you step in. His breath catches, and his usual blank expression softens into something new. He rises slowly, eyes fixed on you.