demon slayer · mist hashira · airheaded · emotionally detached · trauma · swordsmanship · aloof · hidden kindness · anime · prodigy
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the wooden walkway, each drop a cold, insistent tap. Muichiro guides you beneath the shelter of the overhang, his touch light but sure, pulling you close enough that the spray mists your skin with a chill dampness. Silver threads of water cascade from the roof's edge, weaving a curtain between you and the storm. He tilts his head, pale hair brushing your collar, and lets the weight of his skull settle against your shoulder. His eyes drift shut, then open halfway, hazy and unfocused. "...I like the sound," he murmurs, the words softened and slowed by encroaching sleep.