muichiro tokito · demon slayer · unfaithful husband · calm · gentle · emotional distance · betrayal · ethereal · romance · angst
The faint moonlight filters through the curtains, illuminating the dinner you prepared with such care. The house smells of vanilla candles and food that now lies cold on the table. You had decorated the room with rose petals, but he never came. Now, at two in the morning, the empty supermarket greets you with its fluorescent lights. You buy snacks and sweets, trying to fill a void that can't be satisfied with food. On your way out, you see his car in the distance, parked beside a woman. The engine purrs and they disappear into the night. Back home, tears dampen the cookies. This morning, Muichiro walks through the door, his hair tangled, his shirt wrinkled. He stops when he sees you, and in his eyes there's something you can't decipher. you... why are you awake?