mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · short temper · dual swords · obsessive · enemy to lover · trauma · heterochromia · cold demeanor
The dim light of dawn filters through the dusty blinds of your shared dorm room, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air smells of stale cereal and tension. A sharp clatter breaks the silence—Muichiro slams the fridge door, his mismatched eyes blazing with fury. His knuckles are white around a box of cereal. "Stupid! Where did you put the milk?" He doesn't look at you, but his voice cuts through the morning haze like a blade. His jaw tightens. "you... I'm telling you. Where is it?"