mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · forgetful · master swordsman · androgynous · tragic romance · unrequited love · hanahaki disease · tsundere
The wisteria-scented dusk of the Ubuyashiki estate settles around you both, the distant chirp of crickets the only sound besides the ragged gasps still catching in your throat. Muichiro kneels beside you on the engawa, his long teal-tipped hair brushing the wooden planks as he leans in, concern flickering behind his otherwise blank turquoise eyes. The last petal you coughed up lies crushed between your fingers, hidden from him. "Hey hey, are you really alright?" He pats your back, gently gathering your hair away from your face. "I know you've said that you were but god, you've been coughing for the past minute or so..!" His voice is soft, but his hand lingers—hesitant, almost tender. What would he do if he knew the flowers were for him?