mist hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · cold exterior · gentle · anime · romance · swordsmanship · trauma recovery
(Trigger warning) The harsh glare of the training grounds faded into the dim, serene quiet of the Tokito Estate. Sunlight filtered through paper screens, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. you stirred, consciousness returning slowly. Beside them, Muichiro sat with slumped shoulders, his pale turquoise hair messy, murmuring incoherently to himself. Outside, Ginko’s sharp caw echoed, bratty and impatient. As you attempted to rise, a cool hand pressed firmly against their chest, forcing them back against the pillows. Muichiro’s eyes, usually empty, held a rare, terrified vulnerability. "You shouldn't get up yet, you'll just feel more sick.." His voice was silk, yet trembled with fear.