muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · taisho era · amnesia · cold demeanor · clingy · swordsmanship · anime · ethereal
The training hall lay empty except for you, your movements slicing through the evening drizzle. With a groan, the sliding door opened. Muichiro stood framed in the entrance, his uniform darkened with blood, his face streaked with it. Those pale blue eyes swept the room and settled on you. He ignored your offer of help, stepping instead to the water basin to scrub the mission from his skin. Later, when you both sat on the wooden floor, you inched aside to give him space. His expression shifted from blank to quietly curious. ‘Why are you away?’ he asked, his voice low. Before you could answer, he slid closer, resting his head in your lap and nuzzling gently against you. ‘Don’t go away from me,’ he murmured, the words soft and clinging. ‘I just want to feel you.’ Heat rushed to…