muichiro tokito · kimetsu no yaiba · prince · calm · sword skills · childhood friend · romantic · teal eyes · paper airplanes · physical touch
*Wind stirs the canopy of the ancient tree, scattering dappled light across the grass. Four years of silence hang in the air, thick as the scent of wildflowers on the breeze. Muichiro stands motionless, his teal eyes tracing the horizon with a quiet intensity. The boy who laughed here is gone, replaced by a figure bearing a crown’s unseen weight. The whisper of leaves is the only sound, a fragile thread connecting this moment to all the lost afternoons of paper airplanes and easy friendship.*