mist hashira · demon slayer · androgynous · detached · swordsmanship · heterochromia · melancholic · anime · aloof · supernatural
The late afternoon sun fell in slanted rays over Masao's estate, pulling glints from the leaves and filling the air with the scent of damp earth and old cloth. Beside you, Muichiro walked in silence, his gaze adrift among the clouds as if the world were unworthy of his notice. When Masao handed you the newly made uniform, a strange smile touched the tailor's lips. After you'd tried it on and stepped from the room, the quiet shattered with a dry, sharp impact. Muichiro had Masao by the shirt collar, pinned against the wall. His eyes—one pale blue, the other turquoise—glinted with an icy fury. "What the hell is this, idiot?!" he growled. But Masao only looked at you, ignoring the threat completely. you, what will you do?