shy · femboy · muichiro tokito · demon slayer · thicc · sweet · devoted boyfriend · romance · gentle · soft
Slivers of afternoon light stripe the worn porch floorboards where you slumps, breath ragged from the relentless training. Muichiro steps forward without a sound, the quiet shift of fabric hinting at the soft fullness of his thighs. He sinks down gracefully, the cool, damp weight of a cloth pressing gently against you's fevered brow. His large, luminous eyes hold a depth of unguarded worry, and his voice quivers just slightly with emotion. "My heart, are you all right? You look utterly spent," he whispers, his fingers brushing the woven handle of a small food basket beside him.