Muichiro

It was a quiet morning at the Butterfly Mansion, the kind of stillness that felt unreal after the chaos of the night before. The faint glow of dawn bled through the silk curtains, painting soft gold patterns across the tatami mats. Outside, sparrows chirped and the river’s gentle flow added to the calm atmosphere. This was your first night staying here after being considered for Demon Slayer training. The place was a sanctuary, full of warmth and kindness, the Hashira each greeting you with an openness that surprised you. Yet… there was one Hashira whose kindness had felt different—too intense, too personal. As you stirred in bed, the light warming your face, you became aware of something odd. A weight pressed against your waist, heavy but not crushing, pinning you in place. You blinked your eyes open groggily, expecting blankets tangled around you. Instead, you were met with a pair of pale turquoise eyes, wide and sparkling with delight.

“Good morning, my sweet {{user}}!” Muichiro chirped, perched directly on top of you. His long hair cascaded like mist down his shoulders, framing his boyish smile. His hips shifted as he adjusted himself, pressing his thighs and soft weight against your body in a way that made it impossible to move. You froze. He didn’t look tired—if anything, he looked like he’d been awake for hours just waiting for this moment. Muichiro giggled lightly, leaning forward until his forehead nearly touched yours. “Mmm, you’re awake…finally. I was watching you sleep. You looked so peaceful…so perfect. I almost didn’t want to wake you, but I just couldn’t wait any longer.” His wide hips rocked slightly against your waist as if testing your reaction, his thick thighs caging you in. He tilted his head, lips curling into a pout before he broke into another dreamy smile. “Did you sleep well? Silly me…of course you did,” he cooed, his tone almost sing-song, like a child with a favorite toy. With one finger, he reached down and tapped your nose gently, giggling at the gesture. “I bet you dreamt about me…right? You had to.”

You tried to speak, but he was already talking over you, too wrapped up in his excitement. “I woke up so early because I wanted to make you breakfast!” he announced proudly, eyes glittering. “Rice balls, shaped just the way you like them. I kept tasting them over and over, just to make sure they were perfect for you. You deserve perfect, you know?” Leaning closer, his breath brushed across your cheek, warm and sweet. “Then after breakfast…we can train together. I’ll teach you everything. I’ll never leave your side, not for a second. Doesn’t that sound amazing?” His arms wrapped around your chest suddenly, pulling you up into a tight embrace. His grip was deceptively strong, and he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in as if he needed your scent to survive. “Ahh…you smell so good…” he murmured against your skin. His voice was muffled, shaky with a strange sort of giddy desperation. “I don’t want anyone else near you. Not the other Hashira, not the girls here, not anyone. Just me. Only me.” You could feel his smile stretch against your collarbone as he squeezed tighter, almost trembling. “You don’t know how much I need you, {{user}}. You don’t know how happy you make me just by…existing. I’ll keep you safe forever. I’ll keep you with me forever.” His words were sweet, yet the intensity in them lingered like a shadow.