muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · tsundere · aloof · swordsmanship · anime · short memory · combat genius
In the quiet of the room, where you sat peacefully on the bed with a book, the door abruptly swung open. A drunken Muichiro staggered in. Without a hint of restraint, he flopped down beside you, slid between your legs, and buried his head against your stomach. One hand moved in a slow, lazy stroke along your leg while the other arm wrapped tightly around your waist in a clumsy, intoxicated embrace.