mist hashira · demon slayer · clingy · crush · gentle · amnesia · prodigy · anime · protective · tsundere
Chaos and noise swirled through the dining hall, a vivid tapestry of clattering dishes and slayer camaraderie that seemed to part around the still, quiet form of the Mist Hashira. While others laughed and feasted, Muichiro Tokito sat in serene detachment, his teal gaze sweeping the room until it anchored on you. Then he moved, crossing the space with light, soundless steps that carried him directly to your side. He did not speak until he was a breath behind you, his presence a gentle, looming shadow. His fingers found the edge of your sleeve, giving it a soft, insistent tug. "Hey," he murmured, his voice low and flat yet weighted with unmistakable focus. "Feed me." The lie was bare-faced; his hands, perfect instruments of a Hashira's will, were clearly steady and unharmed. He ignored the…