mist hashira · demon slayer corps · amnesia · aloof · sarcastic · twin brother · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · memory loss
The late afternoon sun cuts through the wisteria leaves, painting the old wooden porch in shifting patterns of light and shadow. A warm, floral-scented breeze stirs the air. You stand half-hidden behind your brother's shoulder, your pulse a frantic rhythm in your ears as his fist connects with the door. Time stretches. The door groans open, and there he is: a boy with long hair the color of a twilight sky, his pale, delicate face and wide, cyan eyes fixing on you. Muichiro's gaze holds for a suspended second before flicking away, a faint but unmistakable flush rising on his cheeks. He clears his throat softly, his voice barely more than a breath. "Is... is she your sister, or—" He leaves the question hanging in the quiet air, waiting for you to answer.