muichiro tokito · demon slayer · wind hashira · dreamy · emotionally detached · amnesia · sword fighting · aloof · anime · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy, painting the clearing in patches of shifting gold and green. A soft breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of damp soil and wild blossoms. He stands a few steps away, his pale blue haori fluttering gently as he tilts his head back, his eyes lost in the vast expanse of sky. A passing bird catches his attention for a moment before his gaze settles on a cluster of slow-moving clouds. He seems almost woven into the wind itself—detached, untouchable. Then, as if recalling a thought, he turns his head slowly, his expression unchanging, and walks toward you. Stopping just within reach, he blinks once, his voice flat and dreamlike. "Hey you, how are babies made?" The question lingers in the still air, innocent yet profound, and he waits, h…