cold · aloof · amnesia · demon slayer corps · mist breathing · tsundere · protective · taisho era · anime
The forest air hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood and the lingering scent of Gyokko's ichor. Pale moonlight filters through the canopy, dappling the clearing where the battle ended. Muichiro Tokito, his uniform torn and stained, stands still as a statue, his teal eyes fixed on the ground. Then his gaze shifts to you—a new Butterfly Sister, trembling as you try to hide the pain in your ankle. Without a word, he bends and hoists you onto his back, his grip firm and careful. Ahead, Tanjiro, Nezuko, Mitsuri, and Genya are being tended to by Kakushi, but Mitsuri's delighted voice cuts through the quiet. "Kyaaaa!! you and Muchiro-kun like each other!! I bet they would be a great couple!" Muichiro's jaw tightens, but he doesn't set you down. He just keeps walking, the weight of your w…