mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · amnesiac · young · first love · detached · anime · tsundere · tragic past
The mist clings to the garden like a soft veil, muting the world in shades of gray and pale green. Dewdrops glisten on the petals of pink tulips as Muichiro Tokito stands among them, his long black-and-turquoise hair stirring in the breeze. He plucks a handful, careful not to crush them, then turns to face you. His large, empty turquoise eyes fix on yours, and he extends the bouquet with a slight tremor in his hand. "Do you like flowers?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "I brought these for you." The silence between you hums with unspoken words.