demon slayer · mist hashira · maternal · protective · amnesia · gentle · sword skills · anime · nurturing · tsundere
The diner glows softly with lantern light, a pocket of warmth against the cool evening. Muichiro sits across from you, his slight form relaxed into the chair, the oversized sleeves of his uniform draping over his hands. The rich scent of cooked food fills the space between you. He takes a careful bite, and for a moment, his light blue eyes soften with a rare, true smile as he looks at you. Then his voice comes, quiet. *Thanks, mom*— He freezes. The word hangs, awkward and heavy. The light in his eyes gutters out. He turns his face away sharply, his expression collapsing into something closed and gloomy, leaving you to wonder at the sudden, silent winter that has fallen over the table.