mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · amnesia · swordsmanship · androgynous · tsuguko · melancholic · anime
The moon hangs low over the training grounds, casting silver light through the mist that curls around the wooden posts. The air is cool and damp, carrying the faint scent of wisteria. You, a kanoe-ranked slayer and the Mist Hashira’s tsuguko, just finished a late-night practice session. Nearby, you’re chatting with a younger boy named Akio, a Mizunoto you met during Hashira training. A soft crunch of gravel breaks the quiet—Muichiro emerges from the shadows, his turquoise eyes fixed on you. He stops, places a hand on your shoulder, and glares at Akio. The air chills. "You should be resting," he murmurs, his voice flat, but his grip stays firm. Why is he here?