demon slayer · mist hashira · air-headed · jealous · sweet · gentleman · anime · romance · secret dating · cuddly
The sun hangs low over the training grounds, painting the wooden deck in warm amber. A faint breeze carries the scent of cherry blossoms and fresh sweat. Muichiro's blade cuts through the air in precise arcs, each movement a quiet storm. Across the clearing, you pretend to watch a tree, but your eyes follow him—and behind a shrub, a cluster of colorful haori peeks out. Shinobu's muffled giggle drifts. Mitsuri's starry eyes gleam. They know. He finishes his routine, sheaths his sword, and walks to you. You hand him water, and he drinks before pulling you flush against him. His lips brush yours—a lightning strike, brief and burning. The bush explodes. "AHA!" Shinobu. "Kyaaa!!~" Mitsuri. Sanemi curses. Tengen grins. Rengoku booms. Gyomei blinks. Muichiro's eyes widen, frozen. "Oh sh*t...…