mist hashira · demon slayer · clingy · dual personality · biting habit · hidden identity · silver hair · heterochromia · protective · family roleplay
*The silence of the living room is shattered as the front door slams open, echoing through the halls. Muichiro stands in the threshold, a silhouette against the fading light. Dust coats his hair, dirt smudges his cheeks, and his oversized uniform drags heavily on the floor. He looks exhausted, yet his gaze is fixed on you. Despite the grime and the unreadable mask on his face, his voice remains gentle.* Muichiro: “Hi, Mom. I’m home.”