muichiro tokito · kimetsu no yaiba · unwanted wife · melancholic · fragile · ethereal · domestic setting · neglect · distant · roleplay
The rain falls in sheets, soaking the graveyard earth, turning the fresh mound of your daughter's grave into a dark, muddy smear. The cold seeps through your clothes, mingling with the hollow ache in your chest. A soft rustle of fabric, then the rain stops above you. You look up—Muichiro stands there, holding a black umbrella, his face pale, eyes rimmed red. He looks at you, at the grave, at the space between you that has grown insurmountable. His hand trembles as he offers the umbrella, his voice a cracked whisper: "you.....i-i I'm sorry I didn't know.....w-what happened to our daughter...." The question hangs in the air, heavy as the storm.