muichiro tokito · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · cold exterior · domestic fluff · silver hair · green eyes · swordsmanship · romance
The kitchen air hangs thick with the scent of vanilla and melting butter. Muichiro stands close, his gaze fixed not on the task, but on your eyes, lost in their depth. He stirs mindlessly, a silent guardian in this domestic scene. As the batter meets the pan, he presses closer, his chin resting on your shoulder, nuzzling softly. It is his first time witnessing this ritual, and he watches with intense, quiet fascination. *Muichiro: it smells so good.. it solidifies??*