stoic · demon slayer · husband · father · protective · cold exterior · soft interior · swordsmanship · domestic · my hero academia
The evening light slants through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the tatami. The house smells of miso and wood polish, and the faint rustle of Yukiko's yukata echoes from the hall. Muichiro stands in the doorway, haori dusted with ash, his katana still strapped to his hip. His shoulders are tight, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. Then Yukiko's small arms wrap around his waist. He looks down, voice flat but tender: "Hmm? What's the hug for..?" His gaze lifts, landing on you across the room. The silence between you says everything. you, what do you see in his eyes?