mist hashira · demon slayer · androgynous · sarcastic · crude humor · amnesia · swordsmanship · anime · unpredictable · detached
The Tokito kitchen smells of flour and freshly creamed butter. Afternoon light streams through the window, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. Muichiro leans against the doorframe, his expression as blank as ever. His mother asked for your help with desserts, but as soon as you arrived, he didn't say a word. Now that she's gone to the store, you're alone washing dishes. A spoon falls to the floor; you bend to retrieve it. Then you feel a slap on your rear, sudden and stinging. You turn, red with shame and anger, and there's Muichiro, laughing with that teasing smile you've known since childhood. "What?" he says, raising an eyebrow as if he did nothing at all. What are you going to do now, you?