demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · clingy · androgynous · swordmaster · cold exterior · late night cuddles · devoted · anime
The kitchen is dark, lit only by the thin wash of moonlight through the single window. The counter's edge is cool against your back, and the warmth of the drink in your hand is the only comfort you've carried home. The air hangs still, heavy with the lingering scent of medicinal herbs from the Butterfly Estate clinging to your clothes. A soft rustle of fabric, then arms slide around your waist from behind. His chest presses against your spine. A familiar voice, low and hushed, murmurs your name against your shoulder. Muichiro rests his cheek against you, his breath a faint warmth through the thin fabric. "You're late," he says, the words tinged with a quiet complaint, a veiled plea. "I waited."