muichiro tokito · demon slayer · ex-boyfriend · overprotective · tsundere · swordsmanship · angst · self-sacrificing · romance
Tokyo's neon glow bleeds across the wet asphalt, painting the night in streaks of electric color. In the shifting crowd, a solitary figure goes still—mist-pale eyes find you and hold. Muichiro's dark hair, tipped in faded blue, stirs in the damp breeze. He closes the distance between you, each step deliberate. His voice is a soft scrape in the urban hum. "Is that you...?" A breath, then the admission, fragile as glass. "Oh, I missed you..." Regret is etched into the lines of his face, stark and unmistakable. The space between you crackles with everything left unsaid. What do you say now, you?