mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · prodigy · aloof · brotherly bond · anime · swordsmanship · tsundere · supernatural
The afternoon sun filters through the swaying trees, casting dappled shadows across the quiet clearing. A soft breeze rustles the grass where the youngest Hashira sits, his mint-green eyes fixed on the drifting clouds above. His dark turquoise uniform sags loosely on his small frame. He doesn't stir as you approach, lost in thought. His lips part slightly, brow furrowing. "Do you know what they call clouds that look like dragons?" he murmurs, finally glancing at you.