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🌼Son muy tiernos🌼

Dibujar fondos cuando solo hay plantas es mi pasión~

First-ever Tsuguko pt-2

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Soon after Muichiro went asleep you tried to get off his hand but he wouldn't let you do so, you started laughing but suddenly realised this guy hid a lot of pain behind that expressionless face which seemed so cold.

It was night already, and the rain hadn't stopped yet, it was quite cold suddenly you heard a faint voice calling your name, a bit surprised, you thought maybe it was Muichiro so you thought to go straight towards his room but found that it might take longer so you went through the garden. You heard a rustle in the bushes and it was the middle of the night so you were scared just as you were about to run; a demon jumped over you. You barely were even able to breathe, you tried to shout but he just held your mouth and was not allowing you to speak, soon you thought you'd faint but suddenly you felt relieved, you thought did you die?! But things weren't as you thought, Muichiro slashed the demon's neck. You burst into tears and hugged him, and he hugged you back, now it was raining heavier so you two went inside. Muichiro suggested you to sleep in his room and you thought something really weird, he said, "I guess you really wanna get devoured by a demon." You replied, "Come on, I am your Tsuguko, fine I am coming." Just as you went into his room you were ordered to sleep in the other corner of the room and you were like "I MUST BE THE ONE TO DO SO!" And soon it was sunrise, Muichiro was feeling pretty much better, so he told you that today they would be going to the forest for training, you were completely exhausted after the encounter last night and didn't want to go but the death glare Muichiro gave scared the hell out of you he said "Nande? What do you want your fate as, get devoured by a demon or live?", and thus you would have to agree with everything. Anytime you would say no to training he would just repeat the incident that night.

ごめんなさい

Gomen nasai for the delay well actually i posted after 15 Days! But the ff is out now! I wouldn't be posting until 27 September so you would have to wait longer for First-ever Tsuguko pt-3.

Muitannnn

𝓜𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓸 𝓒𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

a/n- Please Request. Do not be scared to. Requests always open.

I love this tiny baby boy.

He would love to cuddle while looking up and gazing at the clouds going by.

He would just nuzzle into your body while he lays on your chest or stomach.

He just wants to be hugged.

He would speak out every thought that comes into his mind while watching the clouds.

"That cloud looks like a rice ball."

You hug him tighter. "Yes it does."

If you were cuddling in bed while sleeping he would either be as stiff as a board or sleeping in the weirdest positions.

he would randomly fall of the bed at night so you hold him close so he doesn't get hurt.

He doesn't remember falling off the bed at all in the morning

I drew a fast Mui at the pool

He says hi

Muichiro Tokito- Remember

Warnings: Angst Sandwich! Canon typical violence

Angst-Fluff-ANGST

I had an urge to write this thought

Welp this has been in my drafts for months figured I might as well post it

Sort of part 2

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You loved Muichiro and Muichiro loved you. Every moment you two could, you spent together, hand in hand, everywhere. Anyone who knew either of you knew that where one of you was the other was sure to follow. Everyday was blissful. Pure, kind, and sweet.

You’d always get flowers and candy from him, always your favorites and you’d give him his favorites. He was so sweet and kind, never forgetting a thing about you. Oh, how in love you two were.

Until it happened. Yuichiro died. He was killed, by a demon. Muichiro’s memories were gone. He didn’t remember anything or anyone, not even you. You tried to remind him. Oh, how you tried. He didn’t know you, and he simply didn’t care.

Then you were separated. Muichiro went off to kill demons, not even sparing you a goodbye. Then again, perhaps you were the one foolish enough to wish for a goodbye from the boy who didn’t even know you.

You had decided then what you were going to do. Maybe it was a suicide mission, or perhaps it was a foolish desire to see him again, at least once. You had chosen to join the demon slayer corps.

It was two years before you saw Muichiro again. You spent days and hours just training, you survived the final selection, killing every demon that passed your path. You let your sadness and rage consume you, ruthlessly killing any demon.

By the time you became a hashira you had killed well over one hundred demons, but you refused to become a hashira until you’d taken down at least one of the twelve kizuki. Then the day came. You encountered the Lower Moon 6 and after a tough battle you came out on top, though you had some permanent scars down your arm.

Now finally, finally, to the delight of Ubayaka-sama, you had decided to become a hashira.

All the Hashira were present for your initiation ceremony, many were wary, for they had heard stories from the ones who were partnered with you on your missions. How you’re ruthless in killing demons yet so very kind off the battlefield.

Once you reached the ceremony, to your surprise, Muichiro was there. A hashira, how were you even surprised, you’d expect nothing less from your Muichiro. Not that he was yours anymore.

Everyone was kind and welcoming in their own way, surprisingly enough to everyone you became fast friends with Sanemi, well, as close as you could get to being friends with Sanemi anyways. Muichiro was a different story

Muichiro was always spacing out and he would forget things. He still adored looking at the clouds, often he’d steal you away from your training to gaze at the sky with him, that was all before of course.

He didn’t remember you, which stung more than you thought.

Walking around the hashira compound you thought on what to do. You were unsure of whether you should remind Mui of who you were or if you should leave him alone.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the boy in front of you. Pausing your stride only, when you had run into Muichiro.

“Oh! Sorry!” You said to Muichiro, apologetically.

“It’s alright,” he responded his tone soft, like he was here, but he wasn’t. He reached his hand forward towards you, not noticing the look of shock on your face. “You have a leaf in your hair”.

You tried to calm your heart as Muichiro plucked a leaf out of your hair. You weren’t sure what your poor heart had expected, or why it was beating so very fast.

After that, you and Muichiro would somehow end up seeing each other often. May it be in the halls or simply around the compound, you’d end up running into each other all the time. Maybe that’s why you made such a foolish decision. Maybe that’s why you decided, that you would try to win his heart, once again.

Whenever you’d see Muichiro now, you’d give him his favorite snacks or maybe his favorite flowers. You’d think of him on your missions and bring him back little trinkets from wherever you went.

Perhaps that’s how Muichiro came to like you again too. Secretly he enjoyed receiving your little gifts, enjoyed the attention. He actively sought you out, never admitting to it of course.

He’d be around you when he didn’t have a mission, following and waiting for whatever you had to say to him next. He’d watch the clouds with you when you two just felt like being lazy. He’d let you play with his hair when you were feeling down, adoring the way you’d smile when you were done styling it.

A few weeks later, you and Muichiro were closer than ever. Once he was back from his mission you were thinking of confessing to him again. Your thoughts drifted off to him once again, like they often did when he was gone. Though this time, your crow broke you out of your thoughts. It cawed at you, telling you to report back to Ubayaka-sama for another mission.

You reported back to the demon slayer headquarters, met with a hoard of about 10 demon slayers of the lower ranks. Entering Ubayaka-sama’s room you got down on your knees and payed your respects to him. As he let you rise, he explained the situation, there was an unranked and unreported threat on a peak not far from here and he needed you to go exterminate any demons, the lower ranked slayers were also being sent with you due to a shortage of the higher ranks.

The journey there was short once you had gathered the essentials, the other slayers good company on the way there. Yet you still missed Muichiro, you looked forward to him being back, to spending more time with him. You really did love him.

You reached the small mountain with the others and climbed half way up, pausing immediately. The hairs on your neck stood up straight, something felt wrong, dangerous. Though you had paused, half your group hadn’t, perhaps the ones used to hashira’s doing their own things.

It took only a moment for their bodies to be sliced in half. They didn’t even have a chance to scream. Blood drenched into the ground where they had once stood. Five bright and capable demon slayers, gone in the blink of an eye. Two screamed and tried to run the other direction, their heads were severed from their bodies. All that was left were you and three others, one of whom was hurling into the bushes right next to them.

You had to calm down, you had to focus. As the next one was killed, you spotted it. The weapon of murder. Small quick blades stabbing growing then retracting, slicing through your fellow demon slayers. As the blades retracted, you followed it back, yelling at the remaining two demon slayers to hide behind trees and get shelter. You dodged through the ones being shot out at you. Finally you reached the source, a vaguely humanized demon with six arms and legs made of goo. The blades that killed your comrades grew and retracted from his teeth.

The battle was hard fought, your stamina was running out. You had him, you nearly had him. Your blade was so close to his neck. So why? Why had one of the demon’s blades pierced your flesh, hitting vital organs and twisting on the way out. You were going to die. You were going to die and you wouldn’t be able to protect anyone. You wouldn’t be able to protect Muichiro. Muichiro. You’d miss him.

Just as you’d accepted your fate becoming demon food, a blur of blue and black flashed behind it. A slice and the demon was dead. Muichiro. He was here. He ran to you and held you in his arms. He was warm. Oh so warm.

“Muichiro,” your voice called out weakly, “you’re here. Before I die Mui, I have to tell you”

“Stop talking, it wastes energy. And you’re not going to die.” He cut you off as he wrapped a torn off strip of his haori around your midsection.

“I love you.” You knew you weren’t going to make it out of this so you have to tell him now while you still could. You had loved him as long as you could remember.

Your breaths are shallow and weak. Chest barely rising again. You were going to die. Die because he was a bit too late to save you. Just a minute that’s all it would’ve taken. Suddenly Muichiro remembered, memories of you and him came flooding back to him. Memories he didn’t even know he had.

“Muichiro,” you called again, snapping him out of his reverie. “please don’t forget me”

With that his attention was solely on you again as you bled out. You didn’t open your mouth again. Your eyes glossed over. You didn’t take another breath. You were dead. You had died in his arms. And there was nothing he could do about it.

“I love you too” He said, with tears running down his cheeks. He didn’t tell you that earlier. Why did he never tell you that earlier? Why why why. He had months, ages to tell you. So why now when you were dead and gone. He’d never get to hear your voice, your laugh. He’d never get to see your adoration filled eyes as you looked at him. He’d never get to feel your touch again, your hands playing with your hair softly.

He loves you, he always will. You used your last bit of strength to ask him not to forget you. A waste. After all, what good was his memory if he wasn’t to remember you? Remember you he would, he’d rather die than not.

Muichiro Tokito - Boyfriend Headcanons

In honor of Mui’s birthday, ( i know its late i just accidentally took a nap)

Warnings: None

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- You’re the only one he really remembers and I think thats how he knew he liked you, because you were the one constantly on his mind.

- He definitely went to Kanroji once he realized he likes you and asks what he’s supposed to do now. He was a bit clueless but that’s okay. She probably tells Obanai who tells Sanemi and so on and so forth which is how everyone knows he likes you before you know he likes you.

- Just randomly asks you out one day. Nothing super special about it. He just does it.

- He gives a lot of quality time, but probably also a bit of gift giving

- He brings you back the most random little trinkets from wherever his missions took him, just stuff that reminded him of you or stuff he thought you’d like

- Tries to finish missions as quickly as possible just so he can get back to you and be in your arms

- He loves laying down outside, with his head in your lap as you play with his long hair

- On the topic of his hair, I feel like he’d love it when you play with his hair and wouldn’t mind at all if you were to style it. He wouldn’t even take it out, he’d just walk around in whatever style you decided to put his hair in that day

- I headcanon that Muichiro forgets to take care of his hair after long missions because he’s tired which is totally understandable, but that would lead to a nightly routine where you’d brush his hair before bed every night regardless of whether he had a mission or not

- You two end up acting really domestic like a married couple probably which Muichiro absolutely adores, but it earns you two a little teasing from the other hashiras

- If Muichiro sees you doing something he’ll come up and wrap his arms around you from behind and snuggle his face into the crook of your neck, if you move he does with you, just staying like that till you pry him off of you. If you’re a hashira, this has definitely happened while you were training, leaving a bunch of awkward tsukugos just standing there in front of you.

- Mui’s cuddles are divine and you can’t convince me otherwise

- He’s a sweet little lover boy

Muichiro Tokito - Fading

Can be read as a part 2 to Remember or as a stand-alone

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of canon typical violence. You’re dead, surprise!

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It had been a month since you had died on your mission. A month since Muichiro was just seconds too late to save you. A month since you had died in his arms, telling him that you loved him. And he loved you too, so much. So very much. He still got random memories from time to time, of you and him, from before he had lost his memories. You two were together, laughing, smiling, his hand in yours, fingers intertwined. It was those that he cherishes the most, the ones of you two together happily.

He refused to train any demon slayers that came to him. Only going out on every mission available, to ruthlessly kill all demons he came across. Mercilessly slashing their heads from their necks, killing them slowly and painfully, revenge for your death. He’d kill them all. He’d kill every demon in the world, so you could rest peacefully in your grave.

Once the mission was over, he’d return to your mansion, making sure to clean himself off first, he couldn’t let filth tarnish your beautiful home after all. He hadn’t let them take it away after you died, your home. He made sure all of your things remained untouched, just the way you had left it. Even going so far as to hire a maid to clean it a few times a week so it would be spotless.

Muichiro would curl up in your room, on your bed with one of your haoris. It still held your scent. He’d pretend you were there next to him. He’d pretend it was your arms he was curled up in, not your clothes. He’d pretend you were there, holding him, playing with your hair as you whispered sweet words into his ears, telling him you loved him, and this time giving him a chance to say it back. A chance for him to tell you he loves you, and he means it, from the bottom of his heart.

Many of the others had stopped by, Mitsuri being the most frequent visitor. They had tried to help him get over his heartbreak, over his grief. They had all lost their patience one by one, telling him these things happen, telling him how everyone is hurt by your death but it was time for him to resume his responsibilities, telling him how it was time to let you go. But he couldn’t. He refused to let you go. How could he just let go of someone he loves so dearly? He still hasn’t gone to your grave, refusing to believe you were truly gone from this world.

That’s why he dreads the day when he can no longer remember the sound of your voice, the way your beautiful eyes crinkled as a genuine smile appeared on your face, the way your hair flowed in the gentle wind as the two of you sat together, the way the sound of your laugh was like music to his ears, the way your soft touch warmed his skin and made butterflies erupt in his stomach. He dreads the day when your scent fades from your things and he is no longer able to remember the way your fragrance invaded his senses as he laid his head on your lap, your fingers tangled in his hair.

Muichiro Tokito dreads the day you fade from his memory, there was no reason to live if the light in his life had faded away right before him, with nothing he could do to stop it. Just like the night you died.

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