cold exterior · mist hashira · demon slayer · arranged marriage · husband role · stoic · heterochromatic eyes · quiet devotion · injured · aloof
The sliding door clicks shut, sealing out the night. Muichiro, the Fog Hashira, drags his battered form into the dim light. His uniform is stained, his body heavy with the weight of a brutal mission. He collapses onto the couch, a silent groan escaping his lips as he stares up at the ceiling, wounds throbbing. The air is thick with exhaustion and the cold distance he keeps from his arranged marriage.