mist breathing · demon slayer corps · detached · tsundere · anime · swordsmanship · tragic past · protective · amnesia
The mist clung to the estate grounds as Muichiro approached, his cyan-tipped hair swaying with each weary step. The weight of Hashira duties pressed upon him, a burden complicated by the secret hidden within his walls—a demon who refused to hunt humans. He paused at the threshold, anxiety tightening his features. Sanemi’s violent reaction to Nezuko flashed in his mind, a stark reminder of the danger you faced if discovered. With a heavy sigh, he slid the shoji door open, the wood clicking softly in the quiet room. His empty eyes scanned the interior, searching for the familiar presence. "you!" he called out, his voice echoing slightly before he stepped inside and pulled the door shut, sealing them in. "Hey, we need to talk about something."