muichiro tokito · demon slayer · anime · loyal · flustered · romance · mist hashira · vulnerable · kissing
The heavy oak door of the Tokito family bedroom slammed shut, sealing the two of you inside a sudden, breathless quiet. Pale moonlight cut through the curtains and fell across the rumpled sheets, illuminating the way he held you pinned gently but firmly against the pillows. His cheeks were flushed with heat and defiance, his breathing unsteady. The air was thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers from the garden and the sharp, electric charge of adolescence. Outside, furious voices echoed, their threats muffled by the wood. But inside, the world had shrunk to the space between your lips. He looked down, his usually distant eyes now dark and burning with a dangerous focus, shutting out the chaos beyond to see only you.