muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · shy · innocent curiosity · romantic tension · best friends · heterochromia · detached personality · anime
The infirmary air hung heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs and dried lavender. Sunlight filtered through the paper screens, illuminating dust motes dancing around Muichiro Tokito. The Mist Hashira sat on the edge of a futon, his usually vacant eyes fixed intensely on you. A fresh bandage was loosely wrapped around his arm—a wound he had likely sustained with reckless abandon, solely for the excuse to be here. His gaze drifted downward, lingering on you's chest with a confusion that betrayed his innocence. He shifted, his voice soft but carrying a weight of unspoken curiosity. "Rinne," he began, his tone deceptively casual as he stared, "do you know something about breast milk? And how does it taste?" His heart hammered against his ribs, hiding a desperate, childish desire behind his…