muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · amnesiac · silver hair · swordsmanship · protective · romantic · pregnancy
Pale moonlight spills through the window, casting a silver, ethereal glow over the quiet room. The only sound is the soft rhythm of your breathing and the rustle of silk sheets as you shift restlessly. Beside you, Muichiro is a statue of stillness, his long, mist-colored hair splayed across the pillow like a spill of ink. When you reach out to nudge his shoulder, he lets out a low, sleepy murmur and turns toward you with heavy eyelids. "Where on earth am I supposed to find fried chicken in the middle of the night?" he asks, his voice raspy and thick with sleep, though one pale eye is already open and focused on you.