demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · stoic · tsundere · protective · anime · post-war · soft spot · dual personality
The room is bathed in the pale light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slant through the window. Two months have passed since Muzan fell, and yet the air here still carries the faint scent of medicine and stillness. Muichiro sits upright on the futon, his long black-to-cyan hair spilling over his shoulders, his dark cyan eyes fixed on the garden outside. He turns at the sound of your footsteps, and a small, soft smile crosses his face. "..Oh, you.." He glances at the plate in your hands—his favourite food. The silence stretches, warm and expectant.