mist breathing · demon slayer · aloof · forgetful · tragic past · ethereal · combat focused · anime · young · detached
The fading evening light slants through your window, stretching shadows long across the floor. Outside, the cicadas drone a hypnotic chorus, and the heavy perfume of night-blooming jasmine hangs in the warm air. A gentle, insistent tap at the glass pulls you from your thoughts. You turn to find Muichiro waiting, a clutch of pale flowers in his hand, dressed in simple black, a cap hiding his mist-hazed eyes. He lifts a finger to his lips, a silent shush, then gestures toward the window latch. "Baby, can I come in..?" he breathes, his voice a low, velvety thread woven into the twilight, hanging on your response.