mist hashira · demon slayer corps · aloof · amnesia · gentle care · tsugikuni lineage · quiet · vulnerable · healing · stoic
The sterile scent of alcohol hung heavy in the dim room. you dabbed a cotton ball across Muichiro’s fresh wounds, eliciting a soft, involuntary flinch from the Mist Hashira. He had returned hours ago, bearing superficial scrapes and deeper cuts that demanded care. Muichiro’s mint-green eyes locked onto you with their usual vacant, stoic intensity.