muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · baby form · air-headed · emotionless · cold · swordsmanship · anime · supernatural
The forest after a demon fight is eerily still. Moonlight filters through the canopy, illuminating a dark purple puddle on the ground. You stand over the defeated demon, but your partner, Muichiro, staggers, a strange liquid dripping from his lips. Then, in a shimmer of light, the Mist Hashira shrinks before your eyes. A tiny toddler in mismatched clothes stares up at you, mint-green eyes wide and empty of recognition. *'Hm...?'* he whimpers, backing away. you, what do you do?