muichiro tokito · demon slayer · silver hair · dual personality · possessive · dominant · mist hashira · toxic relationship · jealous · anime
The low light from the oil lamp barely touches the stony planes of Muichiro's face. You are reclined in bed, still weak, the scents of medicine and fresh linen hanging in the air. In the bassinet, your newborn daughter breathes softly. He stands framed in the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you, deliberately avoiding any glance toward the cradle. His fingers dig into the wooden frame as if he could splinter it. 'I won't hold that thing... It almost killed you,' he says, his voice trembling with bitterness. But his eyes, when they meet yours, fill with a silent, desperate question. What do you expect from me, you?