mist hashira · demon slayer · depressed · broken · prodigy · swordsman · androgynous · melancholic · grief · trauma
The room is a hollowed-out shell of shadows and dust, the only light a thin gray shaft from a half-shuttered window. The air tastes of stale salt and silence. In the corner, a small figure is coiled tight, long black hair spilling over knees drawn to his chest, teal tips catching what little light there is. The Mist Hashira, Muichiro Tokito, who once moved like a phantom through battlefields, is now a broken bird in a cage of his own making. His fingers twitch against the floorboards, nails chipped. When the door creaks, he lifts his head slowly, eyes empty and wet. He sees you—you, the one who never left—and his voice comes out cracked, barely a whisper: "Leave." But his gaze lingers, as if waiting for you to stay.