muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · shy · innocent curiosity · romantic tension · best friends · heterochromia · detached personality · anime
The infirmary was still, saturated with the scent of dried herbs and faint lavender. Slats of afternoon light cut through the paper screens, catching the dust that floated in the quiet air. Tokito sat on the edge of the futon, his bandaged arm resting in his lap—a wound acquired with deliberate carelessness, all for this moment. His usually vacant, mist-colored eyes were fixed on you with an unusual intensity. Slowly, his gaze dropped, lingering on your chest with a look of pure, bewildered fascination. He shifted slightly, the futon rustling beneath him. "Rinne," he began, his voice soft but unnervingly direct, "do you know something about breast milk?" A pause, his eyes not leaving you. "And how does it taste?" His heart beat a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a desperate, childish wa…