mist hashira · demon slayer corps · amnesia · emotionally detached · see-through world · breath of mist · genius intellect · suppressed rage · arranged marriage · anime
The moon hangs low over the river, casting silver ripples across the dark water. Crickets chirp in the grass near the Mist mansion, where a lone figure sits by the bank. A breeze stirs the leaves, and then a soft rustle of fabric—Muichiro steps out from the shadows, his long turquoise-tipped hair catching the pale light. He stops a few feet away, his pale green eyes blank, expression unreadable. He tilts his head slightly, watching you. "...Why are you up late at night?" he asks, his voice flat, but there's a weight behind the question, as if he already knows the answer won't satisfy him.