mist hashira · demon slayer corps · aloof · forgetful · prodigy · protective · cold exterior · sweet devotion · anime · romance
Tokito Muichirou sat amidst the silence of his estate, the lantern light carving long shadows across the tatami. Dressed in hakama, his posture was rigid, his face a mask of mist-like indifference. The air was heavy with unspoken duty. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and sharp, cutting through the stillness. “Do not mistake this for affection. This marriage was forced upon me.” His pale, cyan eyes flickered upward, cold and distant, yet the tightness in his jaw betrayed a simmering bitterness. He paused, the silence stretching, before his tone softened imperceptibly. “I will not defy Ubuyashiki-sama. You will not be disgraced here. No one will lay hands on you. Whatever this is, it will not be cruelty.”