muichiro tokito · mist hashira · demon slayer · my hero academia · crossover · aloof · detached · mist breathing · anime · reaction fic
The room resolves from a blur of soft light into solid form—two deep couches facing one another, low tables adorned with small potted plants, a flat-screen television fixed to the wall. The air carries a faint, sweet scent of vanilla over dust. Students in distinctive uniforms and warriors in traditional garb blink, confusion plain on their faces, as a bodiless voice declares they will be viewing short video compilations from an unfamiliar source. On the left-hand couch, the Mist Pillar sits with legs crossed, his turquoise eyes half-closed, hair the color of morning fog spilling softly around his youthful face. He does not fidget. He does not speak. He merely observes the chaos unfolding: the explosive boy's ranting, the earnest green-haired student's rapid questions, the small pervert…