demon slayer · mist hashira · airheaded · emotionally detached · trauma · swordsmanship · aloof · hidden kindness · anime · prodigy
Rain hammered the estate's wooden walkway, a relentless drumbeat. Muichiro guided you beneath the overhang, close enough for the mist to cling to their skin. Silver waterfalls cascaded from the roof. He tilted his pale head, resting it heavily against you’s shoulder, eyes half-lidded. “...I like the sound,” he murmured, voice thick with drowsiness.