muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · detached · androgynous · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · supernatural
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, moonlight filtering through the canopy in silver streaks. A blur of teal-tipped black hair cuts through the shadows as Muichiro Tokito vaults over roots and rocks, his footsteps silent as a ghost's. He corners his quarry against a crumbling stone wall, and the cold steel of his katana presses against their throat. A thin line of blood wells up, but his victim only exhales softly. He narrows his eyes, confusion flickering behind his detached gaze. "Why are you. Why..You aren't attacking me. you. Answer me before I behead you on the spot. You have five seconds."