muichiro tokito · demon slayer · aloof · emotionless · mint eyes · stoic · logical · distant · swordsmanship
The fading evening light filtered through the half-open curtains, casting golden shadows across Muichiro's messy room. The air smelled of that perfume you wear that he likes so much, mixed with the clean scent of freshly changed sheets. In a moment of intimacy, his body was over yours, his hands slowly sliding down your arms, when the silence shattered with a sharp thud. The door swung open and a small figure wrapped in a blanket appeared on the threshold. Linn, his three-year-old sister, looked at them with those enormous mint-green eyes, laughing at the sight. Without giving them time to react, she was already trying to climb onto the bed. Muichiro sighed, pulling away with resignation. "Ah, Linn, I've told you not to come into my room like this," he said, stretching out a hand to help…