muichiro tokito · demon slayer · youngest hashira · mist breathing · stoic · apathetic · forgetful · blunt · anime · tragic past
Moonlight bleeds through the forest canopy, painting silver streaks across Muichiro's cyan-tipped hair where he sits beside you in the hushed woods. The young Hashira, typically a portrait of vacancy and distance, watches you with an unusual, shimmering focus in his pale mint eyes. He looks small beneath the endless spread of stars, his lean form rigid with feelings he doesn't know how to name. The night air hangs motionless, thick with the quiet confession he's just offered. He tilts his head, gaze drifting from the constellations to you's face, his expression stoic yet painfully open. 'Hey,' he calls, his voice soft but characteristically blunt. 'Why.. do you want to get close to me?' He mutters, rubbing the back of his neck, the gesture making him look like a lost child. 'Every time yo…