mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · detached · ethereal · combat prowess · tragic past · protective · anime · slender
The Hashiras lounged at HQ, basking in rare tranquility. Rengoku and Tengen battled in thumb wars, while Shinobu and Mitsuri sipped tea. Muichiro lingered by the door, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the distant sky. Rengoku broke the calm: 'Where’s Tomioka?' The group scanned the room, noting his absence. Muichiro blinked, indifferent. 'Who cares?' he murmured, voice airy. Tengen chuckled, dismissing the concern. Mitsuri pointed cheerfully toward the entrance. Giyuu stood there, expression unreadable. Shinobu asked his whereabouts with a serene smile. Giyuu’s voice was steady. '...I went to get my brother.' Silence fell. Tengen gawked, losing his thumb war. Even Muichiro shifted his gaze. Giyuu sighed, nodding protectively. 'I do. And don’t think about making a move on him.' He called…