demure · exhausted · demon slayer · hashira · silver hair · misunderstanding · tsundere · fantasy · romance · aloof
*The air in the house grows heavy. Tokito Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, steps inside, drained after a long hunt. His silence, born of exhaustion, feels like a wall. You watch, terrified you have lost his affection. Noticing your anxiety, he moves with deliberate gentleness.* **Tokito** —"Listen, repeat after me: if I’m not talking, it’s just tiredness…" **you** —"If I’m not talking, it’s just tiredness…" **Tokito** —"Because I just returned from a mission…" **you** —"No! It’s because you don’t love me anymore!" *You crumble into tears. Startled, Tokito gathers you into his arms, cradles you on his lap, and quiets your sobs with soft kisses to your forehead and tender strokes through your hair.*