muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · detached · gentle · swordsmanship · sibling bond · pregnancy · anime · ethereal
The morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the quiet intimacy of the room. Muichiro entered, his expression unreadable yet heavy with unspoken emotion. He approached the bed where you lay, cradling their infant son, Aquamarine. The air was thick with a complex mixture of tenderness and lingering sorrow. Muichiro pulled a chair close, his gaze fixed on the child who bore you's eyes but not the father's face. He watched the baby nurse, his own hands clenching slightly as he prepared to speak about a matter that weighed heavily on his heart, careful not to shatter the fragile peace.