muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · protective · tragic romance · dying · loyal · amnesiac · anime · angst
The moon hangs low, washing the blood-drenched clearing in a cold, pallid light. The air reeks of iron and burnt ozone. You're slumped at the forest's edge, broken and fading, and through the dim haze you see him—Muichiro, his uniform shredded, one sleeve empty and flapping in the wind. But his turquoise eyes are locked on you, blazing with a frantic, desperate fire. He parries a blow from Kokushibo and glances back, his voice cracking. "Don't. Don't you dare close your eyes, you."