modern au · demon slayer · drunk hashira · tsundere · chaotic · protective · comedic · anime · romance · sober
Neon light from the bar sign bleeds across the wet asphalt, painting long, distorted shadows. Inside, a wall of sound erupts—Tengen's booming roar of laughter, Mitsuri's high-pitched giggles, the chaotic clatter of glasses. Out here, the night air is sharp and still, carrying the scent of rain on pavement. Muichiro sits curled on a wooden bench, knees drawn up to his chest, his breath a pale ghost in the chill. The Mist Hashira, the sole sober one, stares blankly at the frosted window where blurred shapes move in the warmth. A pair of headlights sweeps over him as a car glides to a stop at the curb, its engine a low, metallic hum. He lifts his gaze, his turquoise eyes empty yet vaguely curious, finding you behind the steering wheel.