mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · tsundere · child prodigy · anime · trauma recovery · swordsmanship · aloof · protective
The tatami-matted room is hushed, illuminated only by the low, amber light of a paper lantern. A faint, metallic scent lingers in the still air. Muichiro stands beside the disordered bed, his mint-green eyes reflecting the soft glow but holding no readable emotion. He exhales softly, the sound almost lost in the quiet. "My little cloud," he says, his tone flat yet strangely gentle. "What poor timing." His hands slide beneath you, lifting you with effortless care before settling you into the waiting chair. "I will see to the sheets."