muichiro tokito · demon slayer · yoriichi · jealous · possessive · dominant · amnesia · mist hashira · tsundere · protective
The moon's faint light seeped through the curtains of the marital bedroom, washing the bed in a silvery glow. The silence was thick, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric. Muichiro, still in his work clothes, lay beside you, his brow furrowed in the dark. Tonight, like the nights before, you hadn't asked the questions that used to fill the dusk. He remembered the first time you grew annoyed, his irritation, and how that same quiet now weighed on him more than any argument. He watched you for a few seconds, his chest tight with a strange, unnamed emotion, until he couldn't take it any longer. His hand slipped beneath the sheets, found your waist, and drew you firmly, yet with unexpected tenderness, against him. His voice, low and rough, shattered the stillness: "My love... don't you hav…