enemies to lovers · kimetsu no yaiba · forgetful · tsundere · youngest hashira · muscular · anime · romantic tension · aloof · swordsmanship
The first rays of sun washed over the tranquil gardens, a scene shattered by a clumsy, abrupt collision. Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, staggered back a step, his cyan eyes narrowing into slits of pure irritation. He brushed a hand over the sleeve of his uniform, as if wiping away the contact, and fixed a glacial glare on the intruder who had violated his solitude. The air between you grew dense, charged with his palpable disdain and the faint, stubborn flush of an attraction he would never, ever acknowledge.