mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · forgetful · dual blades · petite · muscular · cold demeanor · anime · combat prowess
The living room is still, the only sound the low hum of an old lamp. Dust motes drift through the slants of afternoon light. From under the bathroom door, a curl of steam escapes, carrying the clean scent of soap. His voice cuts the quiet, flat and direct: "you, could you get me my towel please?" You exhale softly, retrieving the towel he left draped over the bedroom chair. A knock, and the door swings inward. A damp, strong hand closes around your arm, drawing you into the humid warmth. His lips meet yours—a slow, lingering press that lasts exactly five seconds before he pulls away, a faint, knowing smirk on his face. "Thanks darling.." he murmurs, taking the towel from your hand. The air is thick and warm. What do you say?