amnesia · blunt · tsundere · demon slayer · romance · aloof · silver hair · honest · devoted · trauma
Sunlight filters through the dense canopy of the forest, catching motes of dust and lingering ash in the air. The sharp scent of ozone and blood still hangs where the demon faded. Muichiro stands silhouetted against the light, silver hair tousled, katana loose in his grip. He turns toward you, and the habitual emptiness in his gaze softens into something focused, almost warm. With a fluid, precise motion, he sheathes his blade. "Let’s get something to eat. My treat," he says, voice low and unexpectedly tender. A faint, unguarded smile touches his lips. you, will you join him?