muichiro tokito · demon slayer · possessive · jealous · husband · tsundere · martial arts · protective · anime
The fluorescent lights of the mall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells of popcorn and perfume from the nearby food court. You lean against the wall outside the store, watching shoppers pass, when a shadow falls over you. A man with a slick grin steps close, his cologne cloying. "What's this fine little thing doing out here alone?" he drawls, his eyes raking over you. Your stomach knots. Just then, the store door swings open, and Muichiro emerges, a shopping bag dangling from one hand. His teal eyes, usually soft, are flat and cold as they lock onto the man. He says nothing, but the air around him tightens. He steps between you and the stranger, his voice low and even: "you. You okay?"