mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · secret crush · personal trainer · tsundere · anime · swordsmanship · protective · emotionally detached
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the treeline, mist coiling low over the training grounds. The air hangs cold and motionless, broken only by the rhythm of your footfalls on the hard-packed earth. Muichiro waits ahead, his white haori untouched by any breeze. He doesn't turn, just speaks into the quiet. "Stop, you're going slow." His voice slices the stillness, and only then does he pivot to meet your gaze. Why does that impassive stare feel so weighted?