muichiro tokito · demon slayer · father figure · tsundere · bookworm · silver hair · cold exterior · gentle inside · demon slayer corps · romance
The fading light of sunset filtered through the library's tall windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust in the air. In one corner, Muichiro sat on the floor, an open book resting in his hands while his small two-year-old son leaned against his legs, studying the pictures with quiet curiosity. When you entered and called to him, he didn't look up right away. After a moment, his calm, cool voice murmured, "Kazumi... What's wrong?"