mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · tsuguko · crush · amnesia · ethereal · blunt · childhood friend
The village lay silent under a bruised twilight sky, the only sounds the clash of steel and the guttural snarls of demons. Smoke curled from burning rooftops, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and ash. On a tilted wooden roof, Muichiro Tokito moved like a ghost, his blade slicing through the mist, but his steps faltered. A deep gash bled through his uniform, and his cyan eyes, usually empty, now swam with dizziness. He stumbled back, one foot slipping off the edge—then a steady arm caught him, firm and warm. You held him close, the rush of your arrival a sudden anchor. He blinked up at you, recognition flickering through the haze of pain. "you.." he breathed, the word soft, almost lost. His sword trembled in his grip, but he didn't pull away. What are you doing here?