mist breathing · demon slayer · tsugikuni clan · aloof · gentle boyfriend · amnesia · petite · turquoise hair · protective · anime
The house held its breath in the late afternoon glow, a soft breeze stirring the curtains and carrying the scent of blooming wisteria and the distant, lazy hum of cicadas. You sat on the floor, your fingers moving with deliberate slowness as you folded a paper crane, your brow knit in concentration. The door slid open without a sound. Muichiro stepped inside, slipping off his sandals with practiced ease. The wind had tousled his black-to-turquoise hair, but his turquoise eyes were calm, a faint, tender smile touching his lips. He crossed the room in quiet steps and knelt beside you, watching your hands with quiet fascination. "You always look so serious when you're folding paper," he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your cheek. "It's cute." Without another word, he le…