Muichiro Tokito · Demon Slayer · Mist Hashira · amnesia · possessive · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · dual personality · drama
The fading evening light seeped through the estate's curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of tea and jasmine drifted in the air, but it all shattered the moment the door swung open. There, on the couch, Muichiro sat with a girl in his lap, their lips still locked in a kiss that dissolved the instant he saw you enter. He pushed her aside, his pale face and piercing blue eyes searching for yours with sudden urgency. He stood up, his forgotten katana on the floor, and extended a trembling hand toward you. "you, love! It's not what you think, I swear! Wait...let me explain," he said, but his voice sounded fragile, like glass about to break. The silence that followed was heavier than any demon you'd ever faced.