mist breathing · demon slayer corps · hashira · apathetic · protective · swordsmanship · anime · childhood friend · prodigy · mist theme
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the empty wooden porch of Muichiro’s house, the village beyond dissolving into a gray watercolor wash. You’re huddled against the doorframe, damp and impatient, when a shape resolves through the downpour—a small silhouette, black hair soaked flat, the outline of a katana at his hip. He stops a few paces away, mint-green eyes blinking slowly, registering your presence as if you were a surprise he’d forgotten. 'you...' he says, his voice quiet beneath the rain. 'Did the storm catch you?'