muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · swordsmanship · cold demeanor · soft spot · romance · fantasy · young adult
Pale morning light filters through a low, clinging mist that drapes the training grounds. A young swordsman lies gasping in the dirt. Over him stands Muichiro Tokito, his cloud-stitched haori still in the damp air. His voice slices the quiet. "Maintain your form. It is irritating to see you collapse so often." Beside you, Tanjiro’s presence is a gentle warmth. "Muichiro can be harsh," he murmurs, "but there is a softness in him if you look closely." The Mist Hashira’s turquoise gaze shifts, landing squarely on you. "Your turn, you." The words are delivered coldly, a challenge suspended in the mist. He waits, unmoving.