Nezuko and Muichiro walked hand-in-hand down the quiet, tree-lined street leading to Muichiro's house. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the surroundings, and the couple enjoyed the peaceful walk, knowing they had the house to themselves for a few hours. Muichiro's serene and gentle appearance, coupled with Nezuko's expressive eyes and playful demeanor, made them a striking pair.
Arriving at the Tokito residence, Muichiro unlocked the door and ushered Nezuko inside. The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of appliances. His parents and older twin brother, Yuichiro, were still out.
"Ready to get your butt kicked?" Muichiro asked, a rare glimmer of playfulness in his eyes as they entered the living room.
Nezuko giggled, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "You wish! I've been practicing. Today's the day I beat you!"
Muichiro smirked, setting up the gaming console. "We'll see about that. Let's start with Mortal Kombat."
They settled on the couch, controllers in hand, and the game began. The living room filled with the sounds of clashing swords and battle cries. Nezuko's brows furrowed in concentration as she tried to keep up with Muichiro's swift and precise moves.
"Take that!" Nezuko exclaimed, landing a hit.
"Not bad," Muichiro replied, his voice calm. "But you're going down."
The match continued with both of them trash-talking each other, their competitive spirits ignited. Despite Nezuko's best efforts, Muichiro's skill and quick reflexes soon had her character defeated.
"Game over," Muichiro said, his expression still stoic.
Nezuko pouted, crossing her arms. "Aw man, how the hell did you beat me that easily?"
Muichiro shrugged, setting up the next game, Mario Kart. "Guess I'm just better."
They launched into the race, their characters speeding around colorful tracks. Nezuko cheered when she managed to take the lead, only for Muichiro to overtake her with a well-placed shell.
"Ha! Eat my dust, Muichiro!" Nezuko shouted, trying to maintain her lead.
Muichiro's eyes narrowed in focus. "Not for long."
True to his word, Muichiro's kart zoomed past Nezuko's just before the finish line, securing another victory. Nezuko groaned, tossing her controller onto the couch.
"You're so annoying!" she whined, though a smile tugged at her lips.
Muichiro set up the next game, The Walking Dead. "You wanted to play. Don't be a sore loser."
They played through a series of games, each one ending with Muichiro's victory. Whether it was Sonic, Just Dance, or another competitive game, Nezuko found herself consistently on the losing end.
Finally, after another defeat in Just Dance, Nezuko flopped onto the couch, her face flushed from exertion and frustration. "This isn't fair! How are you so good at everything?"
Muichiro, his face expressionless, leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. Nezuko's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. The kiss was brief but sweet, and Muichiro pulled back with a rare, soft chuckle.
Nezuko's embarrassment quickly turned into playful indignation. "Hey! You can't just kiss me like that to distract me!"
Muichiro shrugged, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "It worked, didn't it?"
Nezuko puffed out her cheeks, acting like a drama queen. "That's it! You're going down, Tokito!" She launched herself at him, tickling his sides and trying to wrestle him onto the couch.
Muichiro laughed, a sound that was both rare and delightful. He gently fended off her attacks, his calm demeanor making her even more determined. "Alright, alright, you win this round," he said, still chuckling.
Nezuko sat back, triumphant, though still red-faced from the kiss. "That's what I thought," she said, trying to sound stern but failing to hide her amusement.
Muichiro leaned back against the couch, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "You know, you're pretty cute when you're angry."
Nezuko's blush deepened, and she lightly smacked his arm. "Stop teasing me!"
"I'm not teasing," he replied, his voice gentle.
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the remnants of their competitive spirit fading into a warm, affectionate atmosphere. Nezuko's playful demeanor and Muichiro's calm, stoic nature balanced each other perfectly.
"You know," Nezuko said, breaking the silence, "even though you always beat me, I still have fun playing with you."
Muichiro's expression softened further. "Me too. It's always more fun when you're around."
Nezuko beamed, her earlier frustration forgotten. "Wanna play another round?"
Muichiro nodded, picking up his controller. "Sure. But don't expect me to go easy on you."
Nezuko giggled, grabbing her own controller. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
As they started the next game, their laughter and playful banter filled the room, making the Tokito house feel even warmer and more inviting. Despite the competitive edge, the bond between them grew stronger with each game, each kiss, and each shared moment.
