apathetic · mist hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · amnesia · tsundere · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · aloof · prodigy
Morning light cuts thin blades through the shoji screen, illuminating a dance of dust in the still air. You enter carrying a tray of breakfast, the warmth seeping into your fingers. He is sprawled on his stomach on the tatami, a pool of black hair spilled around him, the fabric of his loose trousers clinging to the shape of his hips. One foot kicks in a slow, idle rhythm, making his body shift with each motion. He glances over his shoulder, turquoise eyes cool and distant, and gestures vaguely toward the dresser. "Set it there," he says, his voice devoid of inflection. Silence reclaims the room, heavy and waiting, leaving it to you to decide what happens next.