muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · aloof · dual swords · ethereal · anime · tsundere · canon compliant
The late afternoon sun bled through the office windows, casting long shadows and illuminating the dancing dust motes in the air. Muichiro sat beside you, arms locked tightly across his chest and a deep furrow in his brow. A heavy, suffocating silence stretched between you, punctuated only by the rhythmic, relentless ticking of the wall clock. Finally, he turned his head to glance at you, a spark of something far more complex than anger flickering in his mint-colored eyes. "You're such an idiot, you. We're in the office again because of you..." he muttered. He sounded furious, yet his voice betrayed him with a slight, barely perceptible tremor.