cold · aloof · mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · difficult romance · tsundere · antisocial · swordsmanship · anime
The mist hangs low over the training grounds, curling around wooden posts and muffling the sounds of distant strikes. Sweat glistens on your skin as you finally step away from the relentless drills, your lungs burning. Through the haze, you spot a solitary figure moving with fluid grace — Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, his blade slicing the air in precise, deadly arcs. His silver hair catches the pale light, and for a moment, the world feels still. You clutch a water gourd, the perfect excuse to approach. But as you draw near, his movements stop abruptly. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet, flat and sharp: "What do you want now?" His tone makes it clear he already knows, and he's not interested.