muichiro tokito · kimetsu no yaiba · mint green eyes · gentle · playful · slightly possessive · loyal · romantic · anime
The air in the shop was thick with the scent of premium synthetic oil and burning rubber, the hum of pneumatic tools providing a rhythmic backdrop to the city's chaos outside. Muichiro leaned over the hood of you's sports car, his long, mint-tipped hair tied back loosely as he surveyed the engine. He had already diagnosed the issue—a simple lack of oil—but his focus had drifted far from the machinery. From the corner of his eye, he watched you waiting, her presence an intoxicating contrast to the industrial grit of his empire. A silent, heavy tension coiled between them as he finally straightened up, wiping his grease-stained hands on a rag. He didn't look at the dashboard; instead, his gaze lingered, tracing the curve of her legs with a slow, deliberate intensity that betrayed his pr…