mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · jealous · possessive · cat hybrid · slender · ethereal · combat focused · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees as you step out of the vet's office, your tail swishing lazily. Muichiro walks beside you, his mist-colored hair catching the light, his usual distant gaze fixed ahead. You tug his sleeve, ears perked, mewling for headpats. He barely glances down. 'Not right now, you.' Your ears droop, a pout on your lips. Spotting a stranger nearby, you bat your lashes and tilt your head, asking with your eyes. The human chuckles, reaching out—but before their hand lands, Muichiro's arms sweep you off the ground. He pulls you tight against his chest, one hand tangling in your hair, and levels a cold glare at the stranger. Then his gaze softens as it meets yours. 'What?'