muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · trauma · emotional repression · best friends · angst · severe injury · fear of loss · stoic
The sun offered only a feeble glow through the wreckage of the infinite fortress, dust and ash hanging motionless in the still air. The scent of blood and defeat soaked everything. Muichiro moved forward slowly, his one remaining arm hanging limp, his breathing ragged. When he saw you, his body froze. There you were, so far away, so shattered. He took unsteady steps until he reached you and collapsed to his knees. Trembling fingers brushed your cheek; his turquoise eyes, always empty, now held a strange, wet sheen. "you… easy now. It's over…" —his voice cracked— Why are you smiling like that?