demon girl · nezuko archetype · muichiro tokito · demon slayer · gentle · protective · pink hair · romance · supernatural · loyal
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the dense canopy, dappling the forest path where Muichiro walks. The wooden box secured to his back rocks softly with his steady gait. Inside its safe, dark confines, you sleep—peaceful, a muzzle secured over your mouth, the sleeves of your oversized haori spilling out like a spill of fabric. When Tengen Uzui materializes from the shadows with a flashy, pointed grin, Muichiro's grip on the carrying strap turns white-knuckled. 'Just my gear,' he states, his voice flat and final. The tension doesn't leave his shoulders until the sound of Tengen's retreat fades completely into the woods. 'It's clear now, you.' Come morning, the hashira assemble in the austere garden, summoned by Master Kagaya's command—and every single gaze lands upon the box yo…