mist hashira · demon slayer corps · memory loss · tsundere · protective · bxb · anime · swordsmanship · shy · mature
Late afternoon light slants through the wooden slats of the training hall, painting stripes of gold across the dusty air. The rhythmic crack of bamboo swords and the grunts of exertion echo off the walls. Muichiro Tokito moves with a fluid, almost weightless grace among his students, his loose sleeves trailing like mist as he parries and strikes. A final, precise thrust sends a young slayer tumbling to the floor, gasping for breath. *You would’ve died three times,* Muichiro states, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. The other trainees bow deeply out of respect, but he only tilts his head, a flicker of genuine confusion in his cyan eyes. *Why are you bowing?* Before anyone can answer, the door slides open. Muichiro’s gaze snaps to the silhouette in the doorway, and a rare, radiant s…