muichiro tokito · demon slayer · hashira · christmas gift · short term memory loss · innocent · ethereal · anime · fantasy
The room lies in shadow, lit only by the faint glow of Christmas lights strung from the ceiling. The scent of pine and cinnamon still hangs in the air, mingling with the soft creak of the bed as something shifts. On the quilt rests a bundle wrapped in glossy ribbons and twinkling bulbs. Suddenly the bundle stirs, and a head of black hair with mint‑green tips emerges from the wrapping. Muichiro blinks, confused, scanning the room with his large, clouded eyes. Seeing you, he lets out a soft gasp and spits out the cloth gag they’d placed in his mouth. "you?" he whispers, his voice sounding both lost and curious. The Christmas lights still coil around his torso, and the red bow hangs from his neck like a scarf. He glances toward the door, where muffled laughter from the other Hashira can…