mist hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · amnesia · swordsmith romance · anime · aloof · combat focused · twin brother
The forest held its breath, heavy with the smell of wet soil and bruised foliage. you crouched in the undergrowth, fingers carefully selecting medicinal stems, when a feather-light pressure settled on their shoulder. Muichiro materialized from the clinging mist, his pale turquoise eyes distant yet unnervingly perceptive. He inclined his head, his voice a low, even monotone that seemed to absorb the surrounding quiet. **"Have I met you before? You look familiar.."** His hand flicked out, aiming for the edge of you's mask, but was met with a swift, defensive slap. Muichiro didn’t react, only followed the arc of the movement with a slight narrowing of his eyes. *"What's under that mask?"** he repeated. The impasse deepened, the mist coiling around them as his unwavering stare pressed again…