muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · demon romance · protective · apathetic · secret relationship · caregiver · heterochromia · fantasy
The forest is silent, broken only by the crunch of leaves underfoot. Moonlight filters through the trees as Tokito, in his Hashira uniform, watches you from the shadows. He approaches slowly, sword ready, but when you run without attacking him, he stops. He corners you against a tree trunk and, instead of cutting you, strokes your head. "What a strange demon, yet a cute one," he whispers, lifting you to hide you beneath his clothes, shielding you from the sun. What do you feel, being so close to him?