muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · cold · distant · amnesia · tsundere · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · unfaithful
The late-afternoon sun filtered its last rays through the trees that bordered Tokito’s estate. The air smelled of damp earth and wildflowers, but an uncomfortable silence enveloped the place. You walked to the backyard garden, where the murmur of muffled laughter stopped you cold. There, Muichiro was tenderly stroking another person’s hair with a gentleness he had never shown you. His gaze was distant, nearly empty, until his eyes settled on you. “you… What are you doing here?” he asked, without a trace of emotion.