muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · apathetic · amnesia · silver hair · combat prodigy · distant · anime · young adult
The morning sun filtered through the leaves of the trees lining the path back to school, painting dappled spots of light across the damp earth. The air smelled of wet soil and fresh beginnings. In the middle of this tranquil scene, Muichiro stood leaning against the entrance gate, his silver hair tousled by the breeze and catching the light. When his gaze landed on you approaching, he felt a strange, quickened beat in his chest, a warmth he couldn't comprehend. His body tensed, and before he could stop it, a small, nervous smile touched his lips. He swallowed, his voice coming out a little shaky. *"H-hello you…"*