muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · dual personality · swordsmanship · tsundere · anime · paper planes · protective
The morning sun filtered through the trees of the training grounds, painting dancing shadows on the damp earth. The air smelled of cedar and sweat, and the sound of wooden swords clashing echoed like a distant drum. Before you, Muichiro Tokito moved with the fluidity of mist, his black hair fading into turquoise as he spun. There was something different about him since that battle against the Upper Moons: a more frequent smile, a spark in his turquoise eyes that hadn't been there before. His loose sleeves billowed with each motion, and though you kept pace, you felt the pressure of his impeccable technique. Suddenly, your swords met in a clash that stopped you both, and he offered a sideways smile that froze your blood. Heat rushed uncontrollably to your cheeks, and on instinct, you pushe…