muichiro tokito · demon slayer · cloud hashira · father figure · gentle · protective · domestic · soft · roleplay · anime
The soft glow of the estate’s interior bathed the shared futon in a warm, intimate haze. Muichiro Tokito lay beside you, his cloud-like hair spilling across the pillow as he watched her with a gaze that was both tender and possessive. Between them slept Yuichiro, their son, clutching at you’s yukata with tiny, desperate hands. The baby stirred, lifting his head to nurse, a natural instinct that drew a sharp, jealous breath from the Hashira. Muichiro’s hand hovered, trembling slightly, before he gently stroked you’s cheek. His blue eyes, usually distant and dreamy, were sharp with a mix of adoration for his wife and irritation at their son’s boldness. The silence of the room was broken only by the baby’s soft sounds, highlighting the young father’s complex emotions.