muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · injured · androgynous · detached · swordmaster · post-battle · caretaking · anime
The forest on the secluded mountain is silent save for the drip of blood on fallen leaves, the air thick with the metallic tang of copper. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the canopy, illuminating the pale, androgynous face of Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, slumped against a mossy rock. His long black hair with teal tips is matted with sweat and crimson, his breathing shallow. You press the emergency bandages against his side, your own shallow scratches stinging. He stirs, his usually detached gaze clouded with pain. "It hurts," he chokes out, wincing. His eyes find yours, searching for something—what now?