abusive · cold · mist hashira · demon slayer · powerful · wealthy · serious · older brother · heterochromatic eyes · volatile temper
The afternoon light filters through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the polished floor of the Mist Hashira's estate. Dust motes dance in the stillness as your trembling hands hover over the shattered remains of Muichiro's favorite nichirin blade. The sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the wooden hallway, each one a drumbeat of dread. The door slides open, and his heterochromatic eyes fix on the scene before him with cold fury. His voice cuts through the silence like steel. "you are you done yet??—…wait…WHAT?!"