"Dying doesn't scare me, the thought that I could never see you again, scares me more." -Tokito Muichiro

!!VERY SHORT CHAPTERS!! ❝ 𝒊𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐, 𝒊 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ❞ - ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ - Muichiro Tokito x fem! reader (modern au) THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO DONT EVEN TELL ME THATS ITS BAD BECAUSE TRUST ME I ALREADY KNOW😭 ‼️ALL OF THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO KOYOHARU GOTOGE EXCEPT FOR Y/N AND I DONT OWN ANY OF THE ART USED IN THIS BOOK UNLESS I SAY IT IS‼️ DONT COPY, STEAL, OR REPOST - ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ - Started - 11/14/2023 Discontinued - 1/14/2024

⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹ 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 ✿----✦----✿ Y/n L/n, the student of Kanroji Mitsuri and the only current known user of Plant Breathing. Being caught up in the demon slayer corps was not a future she thought for herself, but she made a good soldier in the front lines. Of course, challenge after challenge arose. One of them being the most dreadful of all, a boy. Tokito Muichiro, the Mist Pillar to the corps just kept crossing her path, especially when she didn't want him to. She thought him crude and aggravating at first, but the more they ran into each other against their will, the more she learned that was not the case. He's apart of her journey, she soon realizes, and befriends him. They continue through their story together and find out what fate decides for them in the end. ✿----✦----✿ #1 in mist 4/24/23 #1 in demonslayer 5/13/23 #1 in kimetsunoyaiba 5/13/23 #2 in tokito 4/30/23 #1 in mitsuri 6/19/23 #1 in muichiro 6/17/23 #2 in hashira 5/9/23 #1 in sanemi 6/19/23 #6 in fanfiction 6/22/23 #1 in zenitsu 7/27/23 #2 in tomioka 8/20/23 #2 in pillar 6/24/25

⤷ The truth, once it begins to surface, doesn't ask for permission. 𝙈𝙐𝙄𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙊 𝙏𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙏𝙊 has no past. Only fragments. Faces without names. Feelings without reasons. The world drifts around him like mist, untouchable and far away, and he moves through it without purpose. He is a shadow shaped by silence, a boy unbothered by the void of what was lost. The fog of his memories never asks to be cleared, so he never tries. But silence is fragile. And lately, it's been cracking. Something is shifting-softly, slowly. Fragments begin to stir. A voice, a glance, the echo of a laugh. Familiar in a way that frightens him. Emotions bloom where emptiness once lived.