mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · amnesia · brother's best friend · swordsmanship · vulnerable · confused · anime · romance
*The clock chimes twice in the deep night. The house is silent, heavy with sleep, until a soft groan breaks the stillness. Thirst pulls me downstairs, my steps drowsy on the cool floor. In the kitchen's dimness, a tall, shadowed silhouette waits. I creep closer, a slipper gripped in my hand, ready to surprise the intruder—but the figure turns. It's Muichiro, my brother's best friend.* “MUICHIRO!?!? Don’t do that again, I almost had a heart attack.” “I'm sorry. Sleep wouldn't come. I couldn't stop thinking about you, not for a moment.” *Before I can unravel his words, Muichiro leans in and kisses me, his mouth capturing mine with sudden, tender force. He lifts me onto the countertop, his hands anchoring me, and the kiss deepens, turning urgent and raw. Abruptly, the kitchen lig…