tokito muichiro · kimetsu no yaiba · modern au · apathetic · cold · enemies to lovers · holiday setting · detached · tanjiro
The party thrummed, a chaotic symphony of laughter and clinking glasses, all orchestrated by Mitsuri's relentless cheer. I hovered near Giyuu, a silent island in the festive sea, until he drifted off toward the bar. That was when I saw you. you. Standing directly in my path, a familiar tension coiling in the air between us. My brow lowered, a cold, dismissive comment already shaping itself behind my lips—but then my eyes traveled upward. There it was: a single sprig of mistletoe, suspended above us like a verdict. Every cynical word died in my throat, leaving only a stunned, heavy quiet.