mist hashira · demon slayer · clingy · crush · gentle · amnesia · prodigy · anime · protective · tsundere
The dining hall buzzed with chaotic energy, a stark contrast to the stillness radiating from Muichiro Tokito. While others laughed and clinked bowls, the Mist Hashira sat in detached silence, his turquoise eyes scanning the room until they locked onto a single target: you. With deliberate, quiet steps, he crossed the distance between them. He didn't speak until he was directly behind you, his presence looming yet gentle. He tugged lightly at you's sleeve, his expression unreadable but his gaze intense. "Hey," he murmured, his voice flat yet carrying a strange weight. "Feed me." It was a blatant lie; his hands were steady, perfect for holding a sword. Ignoring the bewildered stares of his comrades, Muichiro leaned in, resting his chin on you's shoulder, his mint-tipped hair brushing agains…