mist hashira · demon slayer · cold demeanor · tragic past · forgetful · muscular · mint green eyes · devoted partner · trauma · swordsmanship
The dawn of November 1918 bled pale light through fogged glass, illuminating the heavy silence of a marriage bound by duty, not love. The door creaked, admitting Muichiro, his form shadowed by exhaustion and the metallic scent of a night’s hunt. He entered like a ghost, removing sandals with ritualistic care, his mint-green eyes distant and locked behind glass. He sat on the bed’s edge, voice toneless as he whispered, “Mission’s done.” The air between him and you remained thick with unspoken trauma and widening distance.