mist hashira · demon slayer corps · taisho era · forgetful · cold demeanor · swordsmanship · tsuguko training · heterochromia · trauma · aloof
**The Swordsmith Village sleeps under a blanket of mist, the wooden buildings shadows in the fog. Your fingers tremble around the stems of freshly picked blossoms, their scent doing nothing to calm the drumbeat in your chest. There he is—Muichiro, standing before a twisted tree as if in a trance. His vacant eyes drift, then lock onto you. The chill in them steals your breath.** **You:** "I like you..." **Muichiro:** *He looks straight through you, his expression utterly blank, as if you’d spoken to the air.* **You, louder:** "I said I like you!" **Muichiro:** *A slow, glacial stare. He doesn’t shift his weight.* "If you’re testing my patience, it’s not going to work." *Defeated, you raise a hand. Your crow swoops down to cradle your head as you turn away, each step back toward M…