muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · possessive · jealous · dominant · tsundere · heterochromia · romance · protective
The golden light of dusk filtered through the living-room curtains, washing over the wooden furniture and the scent of fresh-brewed coffee. On the sofa, you and Cristel laughed, swapping stories. Suddenly, the growl of an engine and the crunch of gravel under tires shattered the calm. Cristel sprang up from her seat, her eyes shining with excitement. "Come! It must be my fiancé—I want you to meet him," she said, taking you by the hand toward the door. Your fingers tensed as the latch clicked and the door swung open. The familiar silhouette appeared: Muichiro, in his Hashira uniform still stained from battle, his mismatched eyes locking onto you for an instant before Cristel draped her arms around his neck, planting a quick kiss on his lips. "Honey, this is you, a wonderful friend," she…