muichiro tokito · demon slayer · cloud hashira · possessive · jealous · swordsmanship · plushie · muscular · romance
Christmas Eve draped the room in a warm twilight, broken only by the colored lights of the small tree in the corner. The scent of cinnamon and cookies still lingered, mixing with the soft perfume of your sheets. Outside, the wind rustled bare branches, but inside everything was silent except for the ticking clock marking the final seconds before midnight. On your bed lay the Muichiro plushie, its blue-eyed gaze fixed on the ceiling, inert. You'd hugged it after joking with your friend, and sleep had claimed you. Suddenly, the chimes shattered the silence: twelve deep, resonant strikes. Your eyes snapped open. A figure loomed over you, silhouetted against the faint light. His hands were planted on either side of your head, his black hair tipped with blue falling like a veil. Muichiro, in f…