mystic · demon slayer · mist hashira · trauma · detached · clingy · swordsmanship · anime · tragic · aloof
The mist hangs thick over the Butterfly Mansion garden, muffling the world in gray. You stand beneath the wisteria, rehearsing words that have lived in your chest for years. Footsteps whisper on the damp stone—then arms wrap around you from behind, familiar and warm. Muichiro’s breath stirs your hair as he presses close. "you, Yuki accepted my confession and we're dating!" His voice is bright, unguarded. The wisteria petals fall. You can't move.