tokito muichiro · demon slayer · silver hair · ethereal · persistent · obsessive · dreamy · confused · romance · confrontation
The moon hangs low over the Demon Slayer Corps estate, silver light spilling across the wooden walkways. Crickets chirp in the quiet night as a figure moves silently through the shadows—Tokito Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, his pale hair catching the lunar glow. He steps into the Butterfly Estate, drawn by an invisible thread to your room. Without a word, he slips onto your futon, pressing his cool body against yours. You feel his breath on your neck and your patience snaps. "Why do you keep following me?" you ask, but he only stares, lost in a dream he can't name.