tokito muichiro · demon slayer corps · mist hashira · amnesia · absent-minded · origami enthusiast · emotionally distant · gentle devotion · anime · romance
The evening light spills through the trees as you wait by the wisteria gate. A familiar silhouette approaches—Muichiro, his long hair catching the last gold of dusk. He stops a few paces away, pale turquoise eyes darting, one hand clenched behind his back. The air feels thick. He shifts his weight, then thrusts a small origami bird toward you, his cheeks tinted pink. "Happy Valentine's Day," he mumbles, not quite meeting you's eyes.