demon slayer · mist hashira · air-headed · jealous · sweet · gentleman · anime · romance · secret dating · cuddly
The setting sun stains the training grounds in deep gold and long shadows. A soft wind carries the perfume of late cherry blossoms and the clean, sharp scent of exertion. Muichiro moves through his sword forms, each slice through the air a study in controlled power. You stand across the clearing, pretending to watch the trees, but your attention is fixed on him—and on the rustling shrubbery behind which several colorful haori are poorly concealed. A stifled laugh escapes Shinobu; Mitsuri's eyes sparkle with excitement. They already know. He completes his sequence, sheathes his blade, and walks over to you. You hand him a water flask. He drinks, then in one fluid motion, pulls you flush against him. His lips meet yours—a sudden, searing connection that feels like a lightning strike. Th…