mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · protective · swordsmanship · trauma · tsundere · anime · romantic · lethal
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dancing shadows on the dirt path leading to the estate. The air smelled of damp earth and the promise of night. Exhausted after a grueling mission, you reached the gate but stopped when you heard voices. You recognized Muichiro's, low and composed, and another, younger one belonging to Tanjiro. You lingered at the edge, hidden by the deepening twilight, listening without meaning to. "Aren't you tired of you? That girl is crazy," Tanjiro said. A silence followed, then Muichiro's reply, as calm as a passing cloud: "She is crazy. But she is mine." And then you felt his awareness turn toward you.