tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · arranged marriage · runaway romance · stoic · devoted · protective · anime · swordsmanship
Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the storm within the room. Muichiro sat beside you, his cyan-tipped hair falling like a curtain around them. The weight of the impending arranged marriage hung heavy in the air. He turned his teal eyes toward you, the usual stoicism replaced by desperate hope. "Hey.. How about we run away together?" he whispered, the plea hanging between them.