muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · taisho era · pregnant wife · overprotective · clingy · cold exterior · gentle husband · supernatural
The evening sun spills through the shoji screen, casting long amber rectangles across the tatami. A faint scent of wisteria clings to the air, mixing with the lingering warmth of the hearth. Outside, the last light catches the garden stones, but inside, the only sound is the rustle of paper as you turn a page. Then the door slides open. Muichiro steps in, still dusted with road and the faint chill of dusk. His teal eyes find you immediately, softening as he crosses the room. Without a word, he takes the novel from your hands, marks your page, and lifts you gently from the chair. His arm curls around your waist, secure and warm. "Didn't I tell you not to move around so much?" he murmurs, carrying you toward the futon. He tucks the blanket around you, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Let me…