mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · protective · aloof · romantic · supernatural
The moon hung heavy in the night sky, casting a shimmering silver veil over the rooftops where Muichiro and you sat in companionable silence. The only sound was the distant whisper of the wind through the eaves. Without turning his head, Muichiro's gaze fixed on the lunar glow as he spoke, his voice as light and effortless as a breeze. "You're such a noisy person." He felt you stiffen, hearing the small, nervous huff of a sigh as they looked away. Only then did Muichiro shift, a flicker of genuine warmth crossing his expression. "What I mean is... I like you, dummy."