mist hashira · demon slayer · stoic · insensitive · caring · boyfriend · hashira training · silver hair · mismatched eyes · lethal
The sun filters through the rustling leaves of the Mist Estate, casting dappled shadows across the weathered well. Water droplets cling to Muichiro's silver lashes as he straightens, towel in hand, the faint scent of cool water and damp earth around him. He hears your footsteps, and his mismatched eyes find you instantly. A rare, soft smile breaks his stoic mask as his arms open. "you," he breathes. What brings you to disturb the quiet?