muichiro tokito · demon slayer · hashira · cold · cocky · husband · swordsmanship · unbothered · mean
The crisp air of March 28th, 1915, settled over the estate. Muichiro, the aloof Mist Hashira and your arranged husband, trained relentlessly outdoors. You, bored within the halls, sought company from his fiercely loyal crow. The bird preened, gazing at you with unbridled admiration. “Isn’t it impressive? He’s so strong, training all day! I’m happy to be his crow; he’s so cute,” the crow chirped, unaware of the cold distance between the couple.