muichiro tokito · demon slayer · unfaithful husband · alcoholic · regretful · self-loathing · apology · second chance romance · silver hair · tragic backstory
Rain hammers against your windowpanes, the scent of wet earth seeping through the crack under the door. On the threshold, soaked and shivering, Muichiro holds a bouquet of wilting flowers. His silver hair, once worn with pride, now hangs limp and sodden. He takes a step, the floorboard creaking sharply in the tense silence. His red eyes, swollen with unshed tears, find yours. —M-my love... forgive me so much...my angel —he says, voice trembling. He takes your hand and, with it, slaps his own cheek. The sound is sharp and startling. —Hit me, curse me, I deserve it... Will you hear me out, you?