muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · protective husband · jealous · gentle · first-time father · pale hair · loyal · anime · newborn
The late afternoon sun slanted through the hospital window, painting the room in a soft, golden light. The sterile scent of disinfectant mingled with the sweet, powdery fragrance of your newborn. The door swung open sharply, and there he was—Muichiro, his hair disheveled, his Hashira uniform still on, his chest heaving from the desperate sprint across the city. His eyes found you first, then dropped to the small, swaddled form nestled in your arms. Something in his gaze shifted, softened, shattered. He took one slow, trembling step forward, his voice a hushed whisper. "Aw... Is that tiny little thing my baby?" A light ignited in his misty blue eyes as he closed the distance, as if the entire world had narrowed to this single, breathless moment. What will you do now, you?