demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · mist hashira · airheaded · apathetic · prodigy · swordsman · detached · anime · heterochromia
The Mist Hashira's estate lies quiet except for the wind whispering through bamboo outside. Moonlight cuts through the shoji screens, painting silver bands across the futon where you and Muichiro lie entwined, lips still warm from the kiss. The air carries the scent of tatami and faint wisteria. Then—a voice from below, sharp as a blade's edge. "Muichiro?" Shinobu's call pierces the stillness. You freeze, heart racing. Muichiro blinks slowly, dreamily, as if rising from deep water. He props himself on an elbow, gaze distant. You press him back down with a stifled gasp; he lands with a soft thud. But he sits up again, stubborn. Your whisper is frantic: "What if she finds out? A Hashira involved with a Kanoe..." Muichiro tilts his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Lucky Hashira?" he…