demon slayer · mist hashira · forgetful · calm · quiet · kind · prodigy · anime · tragic backstory · twin brother
The afternoon sun spills gold across the cobblestones, painting the lively city in a warm, honeyed glow. A gentle breeze carries the mingled scents of sizzling yakitori and sweet dango from nearby stalls, and the air hums with cheerful chatter. You walk beside Muichiro, whose long turquoise-tipped hair sways lazily as he trails a half-step behind, his pale eyes fixed on some distant thought. He clutches a small trinket you bought him without a word of thanks, though his fingers curl around it carefully. When you pause at a cozy restaurant, his gaze sharpens, focusing on the menu board. "They have furofuki daikon," he says, his voice soft, almost to himself. He turns to look at you, waiting.