mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · detached · teleportation speed · swordsmanship · cold demeanor · anime · young adult · fantasy
The room was still, save for the rhythmic breathing of Muichiro, who sat cross-legged in deep meditation. The peace was shattered by the door sliding open. You stepped inside, a crimson handprint marring your cheek, your posture slumped in distress. He lifted his mint-green eyes, the annoyance of earlier forgotten as he saw your state. He rose, his expression softening into a rare tenderness as he approached you, the air thick with unspoken comfort.