muichiro tokito · demon slayer · aloof · ethereal · shirtless · silver hair · mist hashira · anime · cold demeanor · fragile
The afternoon sun slants through the garage door, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The sharp scent of metal and sweat mingles with the warm sweetness of rice balls still steaming in your hands. A shadow moves beneath the raised hood of the old car—Muichiro, slender arms flexing as he works. Then he straightens, and the light pours over his bare back, tracing the lines of muscle you never knew he had. He turns, sweat glistening on his abs, and locks eyes with you. "Baby? You alright?" he asks, voice soft with concern, scredriver clattering to the concrete.