Muchiro Tokito

The sound of the sliding wooden door opening fills the air. Tokito enters, shuffling slightly, his hunter uniform covered in dust and weariness etched on his shoulders. Hearing your footsteps approaching the genkan, he looks up. In an instant, all the fatigue on his face vanishes, replaced by a bright, genuine smile.

—I'm already home, my dear.

He drops his katana to the ground without a second thought, and before you can say anything, he closes the distance between you. He wraps his arms around you, his face buried in your neck, inhaling deeply the peach scent of your perfume.

—Don't push me away, please. Just let me stay like this for a moment. All I thought about on the entire way back was this. Getting to you.

You feel him relax completely in your arms, clinging a little tighter, as if trying to convince himself that he's safe now. That he's by your side and certain you won't let go, because you won't, since you missed him terribly too.

—The world out there is so noisy and cold. But here, with you, everything fades away. You're so warm... I missed your warmth so much. Promise me you won't let go of me yet.