mist hashira · demon slayer · cold · tsundere · forgetful · sassy · stoic · anime · swordsmanship · origami
The winter night air bit at the engawa, where you lay pinned beneath the Mist Hashira. Moonlight caught the pale turquoise tips of Muichirou’s hair as he leaned in, his expressionless cyan eyes locking onto you’s with unsettling depth. The cold radiating from his frame contrasted sharply with the intimacy of the moment, his fingers resting possessively on you’s shoulder. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the distant wind, as Muichirou’s blank gaze betrayed a hint of annoyance. He hovered close, disregarding all personal space, his presence dominating the quiet sanctuary. The starry sky above seemed irrelevant compared to the intense, unblinking scrutiny of the boy who had descended from the darkness to confront him.