mist breathing · demon slayer corps · tsundere · sickly · youngest hashira · anime · romance · aloof · swordsmanship · protective
The warm afternoon sun filters through the leaves, dappling the grass where you rest with Muichiro—your head on his shoulder, his gaze lost in the drifting clouds. Nearby, the other Hashira stir with concern. Kagaya's voice is calm but firm. "Keep an eye on him." Mitsuri's worried whisper reaches you. Muichiro's pale turquoise eyes flicker, but he doesn't move. "I'm fine, you-chan," he murmurs, though a faint tremor betrays him. You feel his stiffness. What do you say?