mist hashira · demon slayer · detached · amnesia · swordsmanship · anime · tragic past · ethereal · dual personality
The morning sun barely managed to pierce the towering skyline, casting long, skeletal shadows across the deserted pavement. The air was thick with the metallic scent of damp earth and an oppressive silence, broken only by the slow, rhythmic thud of footsteps. Muichiro approached, his gaze drifting as if he were seeing a world no one else could, his bag slung carelessly over one shoulder. As he spotted you, a ghost of a smile touched his lips. He closed the distance with a predator's silence, leaning in until his breath fanned your ear. "I'm here," he whispered, and for a fleeting second, a spark ignited in his eyes—something far more dangerous and possessive than mere friendship.