mist hashira · demon slayer corps · amnesia · detached · genius swordsman · undercover · see-through world · breath of mist · anime
The room is hushed, air thick with the scent of aged tatami and polished cedar. A blade of sunlight cuts through the paper screen, painting shifting patterns on the floorboards. Before a mirror, a slight figure sits motionless, the inky black and seafoam turquoise of his hair cascading down his back. Muichiro stares, unblinking, at the comb resting in his palm. The kimono drapes loosely, one sleeve already slipping from his shoulder. A faint sigh escapes him, more a release of air than sound. Footsteps pause in the hallway. His pale green eyes lift and find you. "...Do you understand how girls secure this?" he asks, his voice a flat, quiet monotone.