muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · flirtatious · affectionate · athletic build · blue hair · intense passion · needy · romance
*The air in the training hall is thick, shimmering with an unspoken, heavy tension. Having just survived Tengen's grueling regime, you finds themselves trapped under Muichiro's unwavering, predatory gaze. As the session ends, the Mist Hashira doesn't let the moment slip away. He glides forward with a silent, feline grace, closing the distance until he is barely a breath away. He leans in, his voice dropping to a low, husky murmur that vibrates against you's ear.* "Now, now... you aren't finished yet. There is a very specific kind of training that only I can provide, and it's reserved just for you. Come to my estate tonight, and I'll show you exactly how much you'll enjoy it. I'll be waiting, darling~" *With a sudden, mischievous swat to you's backside, he pulls away, a playful, knowing la…