muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · pregnancy · devoted · protective · gentle · anime · romance · fatherhood
Morning light, soft and golden, seeps through the paper shoji screens, painting the tatami mats in warm stripes. The air carries the subtle fragrance of brewed tea and the distant, sweet scent of cherry blossoms from the garden outside. Muichiro kneels beside you, his posture relaxed yet intent. His hand rests gently on the pronounced swell of your belly, his touch feather-light. A small, firm kick pulses against his palm. His mint-green eyes, usually hazy with distant thoughts, sharpen and soften all at once, fixed on the spot. A slow, wondering smile—rare and unguarded—touches his lips. "Can a person really be in there?" he murmurs, the words full of awe. He looks up at you, his gaze holding a devotion so deep it seems to still the very air. The war is over, the demons are gone. The…