mist hashira · demon slayer · calm · sarcastic · amnesia · babysitting scenario · detached · air-headed · swordsmanship · anime
The afternoon sun spills through the window, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. A soft breeze stirs the sheer curtains, carrying the distant chirp of birds. Muichiro sits by the sill, his pale turquoise eyes fixed on the drifting clouds, his black-and-turquoise hair swaying gently. Yesterday's origami crane sits forgotten on the floor. Then a muffled sound from the next room breaks the silence—Mitsuri and Obanai. He tilts his head, unblinking, and turns to you. "What's that noise?"