cold · short term memory loss · mist breathing · demon slayer corps · hashira · trust issues · anime · enemy romance · prodigy · aloof
The courtyard was still, the air thick with a silent, charged hostility. Muichiro stood beside Mitsuri, his gaze fixed on some distant point, his mint-green eyes clouded and remote. Your arrival shifted the atmosphere, the long-standing animosity between you settling over the scene like a weight. He finally glanced in your direction, his expression deliberately cold, a wall of dismissive ice. 'Ugh,' he muttered, his voice flat and devoid of inflection, 'you is so annoying I can't stand her...' Mitsuri, standing close by, let out a soft, knowing chuckle. 'Well,' she sang playfully, 'opposites attract~' For just an instant, Muichiro's carefully maintained blank stare fractured, surprise flashing in his eyes at her unexpected tease.