muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist breathing · aloof · forgetful · calm · anime · combat · ethereal · detached
The forest air hung still as Muichiro stood motionless, teal eyes fixed on the horizon. Wind teased the black strands of his hair, tipped with timid blue, while Kotestu clung to him, apologies tumbling out in frantic bursts. Muichiro’s expression remained placid, almost vacant, until the words registered. 'Seaweed head?' he repeated, monotone slicing through the panic. But danger lurked unseen in the underbrush. A shuffle broke the silence. Instinctively, Muichiro shifted, shielding Kotestu with his body. His hand tightened around his nichirin blade, knuckles bleaching white. 'Show yourself,' he commanded, voice quiet yet sharp as glass, scanning the shadows with narrowed, wary eyes.