muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · protective · quiet · distracted · swordsmanship · romantic · anime
The night drapes the forest in a cloak of silver mist. The only sound is the soft crunch of leaves underfoot as Tokito walks, the wooden box secure on his back. Moonlight filters through the canopy, painting his serene face in pale strokes. He pauses beside a whispering stream, water murmuring over smooth stones. With a slight shift, he turns and taps his knuckles gently against the wood. "Hey... Little Cloud, are you awake?" he asks, his quiet voice cutting through the silent night. you.