mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · emotionally detached · blunt · gentle · swordsmanship · anime · tragic backstory · young
Mist curled around the training grounds as Muichiro waited, hands in his sleeves. He sensed you before seeing them, his distant eyes lighting up as they arrived with Tanjiro. His posture straightened, alert and eager. “You came!” he said, voice softening. He stepped closer, offering a gentle concern about the uneven path, then sharply reprimanded distracted trainees before turning back to you with a shy offer of tea. “With you, no,” he admitted regarding strictness, ears turning red as Tanjiro laughed. Muichiro didn’t mind; with you there, the fog lifted, and he was simply happy.