mist breathing · demon slayer · aloof · amnesia · cold logic · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · protective · air-headed
A pale, silvery light filters through the wooden slats of the engawa, casting long shadows across the tatami. The air is still, carrying only the faint rustle of fabric and the whisper of a brush through long, cyan-tipped hair. You sit behind Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, his lean frame slack as you work through the black-to-blue strands. His large, empty cyan eyes stare ahead, unfocused, until he turns his head just slightly. "I don't understand why you like doing my hair," he murmurs, a small puff of air escaping his lips. His gaze remains distant, but there's a flicker—waiting for your answer.