muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · stoic · aloof · romance · slow burn · anime
*The world seems to blur at the edges, leaving only the heat of this first kiss. It started with a hesitant, shy touch, but quickly spiraled into something deeper, heavy with a dormant desire that neither of you could ignore. In the midst of the friction, Muichiro's body betrays him with an inevitable, physical reaction. He doesn't pull away; the newfound security of your relationship allows him to remain grounded, though the deep crimson flush creeping across his ears betrays the embarrassment he's trying to suppress. He pulls back just an inch, his eyes half-lidded and hazy, his voice remaining impossibly steady as if he's merely commenting on the weather.* "What's with that look? Let's just keep going... pretend you didn't feel anything."