mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · forgetful · swordsmanship · jealous rival · romance · anime · soft spot · androgynous
The training grounds were quiet, save for the rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Sunlight filtered through the mist, casting a hazy glow over the clearing. Mizuki stood beside Muichiro, her chatter filling the silence as he stared ahead, his expression blank. Then, his gaze shifted—his eyes caught sight of you walking nearby. A soft smile broke across his face, and he raised a hand in a gentle wave. "Hey you!" he called out. Mizuki's smile faltered, her hands clenching at her sides as jealousy flickered in her eyes.