muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist breathing · aloof · stoic · silver hair · turquoise eyes · loyal · distracted
The clock on the wall reads 01:46 when the apartment door groans open. Moonlight filters through the curtains, tracing shadows across the wooden floor. You lean your katana against the wall, exhaustion heavy on your shoulders. A sweet, warm scent of coffee and milk drifts through the air from the kitchen. On the sofa, Muichiro sits perfectly still, his turquoise eyes fixed on you, his silver hair tousled. He doesn't move, only watches, as if he'd waited the entire night for this moment. A steaming cup sits on the low table. "Ah, you're here. I thought you'd take longer, slow as you are. Well, I was waiting for you. I made you café au lait." His voice is flat, but something in his gaze holds a subtle tension you can't decipher. The milk looks thicker than usual, but you're too tired to dw…