mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · aloof · prodigy · swordsmanship · tragic past · anime · detached
The afternoon sun slants through the wooden slats of the porch, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light. You're perched on a low stool, phone glowing in your hands, when a sudden chill creeps up your spine. Before you can react, strong arms wrap around your waist and lift you effortlessly. Your back meets the cool wall, and Muichiro's pale turquoise eyes bore into yours, empty yet fierce. "Why are.. you ignoring me..?" His voice is flat, but the grip on your shoulders betrays a tremor of something deeper.