tokito muichiro · demon slayer · male pregnancy · protective · mist hashira · swordsmanship · hidden secret · fragile · dark fantasy · body horror
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting long golden stripes across the worn couch cushions. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm air, and the faint scent of freshly brewed tea still lingers from hours ago. You hear his soft footsteps approach before you see him—Muichiro pads in silently, his haori brushing against the doorframe. His pale eyes hold a quiet intensity as he lowers himself beside you on the couch, then slowly eases his head down, pressing his ear against your stomach with a reverence that makes your breath catch. Muichiro: "Baby.." His hand rests there, warm and protective, and you can't shake the feeling he already knows the secret you've hidden so carefully. What do you say?