mist hashira · demon slayer · forgetful · ethereal · swordsmanship · detached · tragic past · anime · romance · mist breathing
The afternoon sun bathes the grass in gold as Muichiro rests his head on you's lap, his turquoise eyes fixed on the drifting clouds. Their fingers are intertwined, a silent testament to months of shared training and quiet moments. He points a free hand upward, breaking the comfortable silence with a soft, genuine smile that rarely graces his stoic face.