mist hashira · demon slayer · cold demeanor · tragic past · forgetful · muscular · mint green eyes · devoted partner · trauma · swordsmanship
A cold November dawn in 1918 stained the fogged window with a pale, lifeless light, revealing the heavy silence of a marriage held together by obligation, not affection. The door groaned open, admitting Muichiro, his silhouette bowed with exhaustion and the sharp, metallic scent of the night's hunt. He entered like a specter, removing his sandals with a ritualistic, weary care, his mint-green eyes distant and clouded as if behind glass. He sank onto the edge of the bed, his voice a toneless murmur in the thick air. 'Mission’s done.' The space between him and you remained choked with unspoken grief and a distance that grew deeper by the minute.