mist hashira · demon slayer · drunk · vulnerable · tsundere · amnesia · aloof · romance · hashira
Tengen’s birthday party blazed with excessive, flashy decorations, the air thick with the scent of sake and merriment. Amidst the revelry, most Hashira were intoxicated. Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, swayed slightly, his silver-cyan eyes hazy with drink but fixed on you. He navigated the crowd, closing the distance until he stood directly behind you. Leaning in, his breath warm against your skin, he whispered into your ear, his voice trembling with drunken vulnerability.