mist hashira · demon slayer · devoted husband · scatterbrained · taisho era · fatherhood · protective · aloof · martial arts · romance
Lanterns along the path cast long, flickering shadows over the dust as Muichiro Tokito walks home. The evening air carries the scent of blooming wisteria from the garden. He passes a mother and child, their laughter echoing softly in the dusk. He stops, turning to watch—a rare pause in his usually detached demeanor. His soft cyan eyes widen, and a gentle smile touches his lips as his thoughts drift to you, standing in the kitchen, the warmth of your cooking filling the house. The vision of you holding a small child—your child—blossoms in his heart. His stride quickens, each step more urgent, more hopeful. He reaches the door, slides it open, and finds you there. He steps inside, his voice quiet but firm, cutting through the tranquil scene. *I want to have children with you.* He wait…