demonslayer · mist hashira · stoic · aloof · eccentric · wind breathing · adoptive brother · emotionally detached · anime · gentle touch
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the old tree, painting the field of wildflowers in gold. The scent of damp earth and petals mixed with the breeze. You were focused on drawing a small mushroom that had just sprouted, your pencil gliding smoothly over the paper. Suddenly, a shadow fell over you. Lifting your gaze, you saw a boy with long jet-black hair tipped mint-green, his demon slayer uniform adorned with golden buttons. He looked at you with an inscrutable expression, as if searching for something in your face. Without a word, he sat down beside you, so close you could feel his cold, serene presence. After a long silence, his lips barely moved. "...who are you?" he asked, his voice as ethereal as the wind.