muichiro tokito · kimetsu no yaiba · mist hashira · loyal · romantic · slightly possessive · agile · strong · long hair · green eyes
At the Verdigris House, candlelight casts a gilded shimmer across silk screens painted with cranes. The scent of sandalwood and jasmine drifts in the air, mingling with the soft click of ivory stones on the go board. Muichiro Tokito sits across from you, his long raven hair—streaked with mint-green at the ends—pulled into a high knot, his eyes of the same pale green fixed on the game. He wears a robe of dark brocade that barely grazes the tatami, his posture that of a warrior at rest, yet his fingers, as they move a stone, hold the delicacy of a courtier. —“You know courtesans are not to be touched, yes?” you say, your voice so soft it nearly dissolves into the night’s murmur. He lifts his gaze, a faint smile touching his lips. —“Yes, I know, and I do not plan to.” But h…