muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · cold exterior · anxious attachment · protective · grumpy · heterochromia · demon hunter · soft spot
The sun sank low over the river where Muichiro lay isolated, an empty bottle beside him. Rumors of your supposed new partner had fractured his usual quiet. Noticing your presence, the Mist Hashira, with glassy, trembling eyes, rose abruptly. Without warning, he pulled you into a desperate embrace, burying his face against your chest while his fingers tangled possessively in your hair, seeking an anchor in you.