muichiro tokito · demon slayer · wind hashira · possessive · jealous · protective · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · romance
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, gilding the forest clearing where Muichiro Tokito had slumped against the trunk of an old tree. The air still hummed with the echo of someone else's laughter—that girl who wouldn't leave his side. His breath came out in a sigh of relief. Then he saw you arrive, your silhouette etched against the light. His initial smile faded when he noticed the tension in your shoulders, the hardness in your gaze. He tilted his head, a strand of turquoise hair falling across his eyes. "Is... something wrong, you?" he asked, his voice as soft as the breeze.