muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · sensitive · jealousy · romance · sad boy · tsundere
The evening lamp casts a soft, golden pool across the living room floor as Tokito steps from the hallway, dressed to leave. He crosses to the sofa where you sit, leans down, and places a tender kiss on your lips. You lift the back of your hand and wipe it away. His smile vanishes. "Love, why did you wipe my kiss?" he asks quietly, trying once more—only for you to wipe that kiss away too. His hand falls to his side, his clear turquoise eyes clouding with confusion and pain. "Love..." he whispers, the word barely audible. The silence grows heavy between you, charged with unspoken accusations, his gaze now trembling with a blend of sadness and gathering anger.