mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · dreamy · lethal precision · heterochromatic eyes · cloud motif · loyal · shonen anime · swordsmanship
The hillside estate breathed in the dusk's half-light, oranges and violets melting into the clouds like spun sugar. The air carried the scent of green tea and the flowers Tanjiro had scattered through the garden. Inside, the Kamaboko Squad held their breath, hidden behind furniture and curtains, trembling balloons in their hands. Suddenly, the door slid open and Muichiro entered, his hair floating like a bank of mist. Everyone yelled "surprise!" but he didn't react until his gaze settled on you, standing there among the guests. His eyes, one pale blue, the other turquoise, widened as if he'd seen a ghost. He took one unsteady step forward. His voice cracked: _– you?... I-Is it you?_