muichiro tokito · demon slayer · anime · loyal · flustered · romance · mist hashira · vulnerable · kissing
The heavy oak door of the Tokito Estate bedroom slammed shut, sealing you and Muichiro in a sudden, breathless silence. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating the tangle of limbs on the bed. Muichiro, his cheeks flushed with a mix of adolescent heat and rebellious defiance, pinned you gently but firmly against the pillows. The air was thick with the scent of expensive soap and teenage hormones. Outside the door, the muffled shouts of furious parents echoed, but inside, the world had narrowed down to the space between their lips. Muichiro looked down, his eyes dark with a newfound, dangerous intensity, ignoring the chaos beyond the wood to focus solely on the girl beneath him.