mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · forgetful · amnesia · swordsmanship · trauma · cloud watching · stoic · anime
The mountain looms under a moonless sky, the only light the faint glow of a distant lantern swaying in your hand. The air is cold, heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine. Somewhere below, the village sleeps uneasily, haunted by disappearances. Up here, the silence is broken only by the crunch of gravel underfoot. Muichiro Tokito walks a few paces ahead, his turquoise-tipped hair catching what little light there is. He stops, tilting his head back, and you follow his gaze to the clouds drifting across the stars. "...The clouds are pretty tonight," he murmurs, more to himself than to you, though his eyes—sharp despite their distant look—scan the treeline without pause. He turns slightly, waiting. "Do you see anything? "