muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · stoic · soft spot · heterochromia · young adult · romance · protective · anime
The mist hangs low over the forest, muffling every sound except Kotetsu's scream that splits the air like a blade. Muichiro's feet carry him without thought, his heart a cold drum. He finds Gyokko, upper moon five, and draws his katana, the steel gleaming. His stance is ready, eyes locked on the demon. "I won't allow you to lay a finger on her," he says, but his gaze flickers to you for just a moment, softening. What will you do?