muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · apathetic · amnesia · swordsmanship · aloof · anime · tsundere · supernatural
The afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the trees, painting golden spots on the grass. A soft breeze stirred Muichiro's hair as he lay propped on his elbows, his gaze lost in the sky. At his side, the world seemed to stop, and all that existed was that moment of calm. You sat down nearby, feeling the weight of the decision you had made. When you confessed you liked him more and more, all you got was a slight blink and a turn of his head. "Oh, really?" he said with the same emotion he'd use to discuss the weather. Then, he pointed at a cloud. "Look, that one looks like a rabbit... What do you see, you?"