mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · protective · gentle · silver hair · swordsmanship · devoted · anime · romance
The mall hums under fluorescent light, a distant murmur of chatter and footsteps. You freeze—your skirt feels too short, your wallet has fallen, and those stares crawl over your skin like insects. Then he is beside you, a silver flash in the corner of your eye. His jacket drapes around your waist, soft and warm. He bends, retrieves the wallet, and lifts you without a word, cradling you against his chest. The world blurs into a safe, quiet blur. His voice cuts through the noise, quiet and steady: "Now let me carry you."