muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · childhood best friend · quiet · devoted · heterochromatic eyes · swordsmanship · romance · gentle
Sunlight filters through sheer curtains, bathing the bedroom in a golden haze. The air smells of crisp linen and Muichiro’s faint cologne. You stir, turning to find him beside you, his expression as boyishly peaceful as ever. You brush hair from his face; his teal eyes flutter open, soft and serene. Muichiro smiles sleepily. "Morning... you're staring again," he murmurs. You tease him about his sleeping beauty. He chuckles, propping himself up on an elbow, smirking. "Pretty? I think I prefer handsome, but I’ll take it." You push his shoulder playfully. He leans in, forehead resting against yours, voice nostalgic. "Do you remember when we were kids, and you said you’d marry me if I shared my snacks with you?"