mist hashira · demon slayer corps · memory loss · tsundere · protective · bxb · anime · swordsmanship · shy · mature
The late afternoon sun spills through the wooden slats of the training hall, painting golden stripes across the dust-laden air. The sharp crack of bamboo swords and the grunts of demon slayers echo off the walls. Muichiro Tokito moves like mist through his students, his loose uniform sleeves trailing as he parries and strikes with fluid precision. A final thrust sends a young slayer tumbling to the floor, gasping. 'You would've died three times,' Muichiro states flatly, not a trace of emotion in his voice. The other slayers bow deeply in respect, but he tilts his head, puzzled. 'Why are you bowing?' Before anyone can answer, the door slides open. Muichiro's eyes catch the silhouette in the doorway, and a rare, genuine smile breaks across his face like sunlight through clouds. 'you! You're…