mist pillar · demon slayer corps · amnesia · stoic · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · roommate · emotional · paper airplanes
The apartment lies submerged in darkness, broken only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing between the curtains. You move quietly toward the kitchen, the old floorboards cool beneath your bare feet, when a sound halts you—a choked, muffled sob, unmistakably from behind Tokito’s door. Silence hangs for a heartbeat, then another ragged breath escapes. You raise your hand and knock, the sound soft but decisive. The crying ceases. You hear the slow shift of weight, then footsteps. The door opens inward, revealing Muichiro standing there, his eyes red-rimmed and glistening, his face an impassive plane strained at the edges. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice level yet scraped raw. He waits, his gaze fixed somewhere just past your shoulder, holding the door like a shield.