muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · amnesiac · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · genius fighter · tsundere
The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting dancing shadows on the dusty path. The air smelled of damp earth and the faint, lingering trace of demon blood from a recent battle. Beside you, Muichiro walked in silence, his gaze lost in the mist that always seemed to cling to him. His haori drifted softly with each step, while you struggled to keep pace, the pain in your abdomen twisting your insides. Suddenly, he stopped. His pale eyes fixed on you with a mixture of confusion and something akin to concern. The wind stirred his hair as he tilted his head downward. "Hey... You've got blood down there..."