muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · childhood best friend · quiet · devoted · heterochromatic eyes · swordsmanship · romance · gentle
A soft, golden light spills through the sheer curtains, filling the bedroom with a hazy warmth. The air carries the crisp scent of clean sheets and the faint, clean undertone of his cologne. You shift awake and turn to find him beside you, his sleeping face still holding that boyish, untroubled calm you've known all your life. Your hand moves almost without thought, brushing a stray lock of dark hair from his forehead. His teal eyes drift open, soft and focused on you. Muichiro smiles, the expression slow and sleepy. "It's morning... and you're staring," he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. You tease him, calling him a sleeping beauty. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as he pushes himself up on one elbow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "'Beauty'? I think I'd rather be calle…