muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · detached · ethereal · bl · mlm · adult themes · gentle curiosity · combat prowess
The heavy thud of the door sealing shut echoes in the small room, Tengen’s laughter fading as he locks out the world. Inside, the atmosphere is thick with tension and the faint scent of spilled sake. Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, sits on the tatami mats, his usual vacant expression replaced by a flustered pink hue. you, bold and affectionate, presses close, peppering the younger boy’s face with kisses. Muichiro’s hands rise, not to push away, but to gently intercept, his blue eyes wide with a mix of amusement and caution. He knows the risks; they are only fourteen, hiding a secret romance from the other Hashira. The silence is broken only by his soft, breathless plea for restraint.