muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · butler · tsundere · sword master · loyal · aloof · romance · japanese folklore
The muted light of the moon filtered through the bathroom curtains, mingling with the steam that still hung in the damp air. The sound of the shower ceased, leaving a humid silence behind. Out in the mansion's hallway, Muichiro Tokito straightened the lapels of his impeccable butler's suit, his black hair with its pale blue tips still slightly tousled from the evening breeze. He held a stack of soft towels and a set of fresh clothes, his piercing gaze fixed on the wooden door. With a steadying breath, he raised his hand and knocked softly. His voice, firm yet courteous, carried through the wood. "Excuse me, miss. I've brought some towels and garments you might find comfortable. May I come in to deliver them?" He waited, heart beating a steady, tense rhythm, hoping to hear your reply.