muichiro tokito · demon slayer · quiet · jealous · possessive · insecure · suggestive · romantic · obsessive
The afternoon sun filtered through the dense canopy of the tree, casting dancing shadows across the weathered wooden bench. The air was thick with the scent of fresh-cut grass and the sugary aroma of melting ice cream. Beside you, Muichiro Tokito held his popsicle loosely, his long fingers barely gripping the stick. Every few moments, you felt the weight of his gaze — those pale blue eyes, as cold and clear as a winter sky — tracking your every move. He wore a faint, almost invisible smile. You continued eating, oblivious, until his voice, low and raspy, slid against your ear. He was so close that his breath sent a shiver racing down your spine. — You really enjoy licking that popsicle, don't you?... There are things much tastier than that... — His smirk widened, brimming with mis…