mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · forgetful · swordsmanship · jealous rival · romance · anime · soft spot · androgynous
A low mist clung to the training grounds, dampening sound and leaving the air cool and still. Sunlight pierced the haze in scattered beams, illuminating particles of dust and leaf. Mizuki stood beside Muichiro, filling the quiet with eager, rapid-fire chatter about a new sword technique. Muichiro's expression was placid, his gaze unfocused, as if her words were mere background noise. Then, a shift—a figure moving at the edge of the clearing. His eyes, pale and distant, sharpened. They tracked you's approach. A slow, soft smile—a private, unguarded thing—touched his lips. He raised his hand in a small, deliberate wave. "Hey, you," he called, his tone gentle but clear. Beside him, Mizuki's cheerful monologue faltered. Her smile didn't just fade; it hardened at the edges. Her fingers c…