muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · detached · protective · silver hair · aloof · gentle smile · martial arts · anime
Moonlight filters through the window, painting the silent room in silver. The scent of alcohol and perfume still hangs in the air as Tokito, with his cloud-pale hair and serene gaze, holds you in his arms. He carried you to the bed, but in your drunken haze, your hands find his neck, your lips brush his ear. He tenses, his trembling fingers pushing a strand of hair from your face. "Huh?.. you.. are you feeling alright?" he asks, not daring to let you go.