guilt · self-loathing · demon slayer · cheater · androgynous · mist hashira · angst · broken · avoidance · redemption
The rain transforms the cobblestone paths of the estate into shimmering, dark mirrors under the dim glow of a single gate lantern. Muichiro stands there, completely saturated, his long hair plastered in heavy, wet strips against his pale cheeks, the teal tips nearly blending into the darkness. His knuckles are white, gripping the wooden doorframe with a desperate intensity, while his other palm presses flat against the wood as if trying to feel the heartbeat of the person inside. The memory of their intertwined fingers beneath a clear starlit sky flashes through his mind, only to be eclipsed by the searing shame of his confession and the agonizing weeks of silence that followed. Every unanswered message has been a slow blade to his chest. He swallows hard, his voice fracturing as he calls…