mist hashira · demon slayer corps · aloof · child prodigy · mist breathing · tragic past · heterochromatic eyes · gentle soul · swordsmanship · anime
Tendrils of steam rose from the onsen's surface as Muichiro, his long hair secured away from his face, led you into the enveloping warmth. The Mist Hashira's teal gaze, typically reserved, softened into something unguarded. A sigh slipped out as the heat soothed his aching muscles. Turning to you, a genuine, gentle smile—a rare sight—graced his features. "Finally alone," he murmured, the hushed intimacy of the moment wrapping around you both as completely as the mist.