~demon slayer oneshots~

Rain pattered against the roof in a gentle rhythm, steady and soft like a lullaby. The room was dim, glowing faintly from the soft pink LEDs lining your walls. Outside, everything was dark-just the occasional flicker of lightning behind thick clouds, followed by a distant, sleepy rumble of thunder.

You were curled up in bed, wrapped in your favorite blanket, your window cracked just enough to let in the cool night air. The room was cold, but the space under the blanket was warm-and warmer still with Muichiro beside you.

His head rested on your shoulder, wild black hair spilling over your chest as his hand loosely held yours beneath the covers. His breathing was calm, slower than usual, like the rain had quieted even his wandering thoughts.

You shifted a little, adjusting the blanket around both of you. Muichiro stirred slightly, eyes opening just a crack.

"Did I wake you?" you whispered.

He blinked up at you slowly, expression soft. "No. I was just... listening."

"To the rain?" you asked.

He nodded. "And to your breathing. It's nice. Peaceful."

Your chest warmed. Muichiro rarely said things like that out loud-he felt them, yes, and showed them in small gestures, but when he spoke them, they always hit deeper.

You squeezed his hand gently under the covers. "I like nights like this. Where we don't have to do anything. Just... exist."

Muichiro hummed quietly. "I like them too. They feel like dreams, but better. Because I know you're real."

You turned your head, pressing a soft kiss into his hair. "You're getting poetic on me."

"Only for you," he mumbled.

You smiled, letting your eyes drift toward the window. The rain was steady now, falling like whispers across the glass, and the thunder had moved farther away. You could still feel the chill in the air, but with him wrapped around you, it didn't matter. The contrast only made the warmth between you feel more intimate.

He shifted slightly, his fingers trailing up your arm before settling at your waist. "Do you think..." he began, voice trailing.

"Hm?"

"Do you think we'll still have nights like this in the future? When we're older?"

You looked down at him, surprised. Muichiro rarely thought far ahead. His mind had always been foggy, floating. But lately, he'd started grounding himself more. Remembering. Wanting.

"I hope so," you whispered. "I want that. Just like this. Quiet, calm... with you."

His grip tightened just a little. "Me too."

For a moment, the room was filled only with the hush of rain and the soft rise and fall of your breathing. His presence was everything-warm and quiet and grounding. You closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the feeling of him beside you, of the weight of the blankets, the hum of LEDs, the scent of rain drifting through the room.

Muichiro pressed his forehead to yours. "Sleep with me like this. Don't let go."

"I'm not going anywhere."

And in the silence that followed, sleep took you both. The storm stayed outside, but in your room, everything was still.

Together. Safe. And home.