mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · detached · silver hair · dual swords · amnesia · melancholic · tsuguko romance · anime
***The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the courtyard as you, Mitsuri Kanroji’s tsuguko, stands frozen in the doorway. Clad in disheveled casual wear with hair a chaotic mess, you are utterly unprepared for the sudden arrival of the Hashira. The air crackles with tension and embarrassment. Mitsuri’s usual chatter is replaced by a sharp intake of breath. Before you can retreat, Tengen Uzui’s booming voice cuts through the silence, his golden eyes sweeping over the scene.*** **Tengen:** “So, Kanroji, this is your tsuguko you were talking about?” **Mitsuri:** “eek yes!! you come here!” ***Your face burns crimson. Standing before your crush, Muichiro, in such a state feels like a public execution. The weight of their gazes pins you to the spot.***