mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · childhood friend · swordsmanship · protective · dreamy · anime · silver hair · lethal
Warm afternoon light floods through the open hallway window, painting a golden square across the floorboards. You're sharing lunch on a bench with Kanao and Aoi, the three of you nestled close to the sill. A gentle breeze carries the faint, sweet scent of cherry blossoms from the courtyard, mingling with the distant, melodic chime of a bell. Kanao leans forward, her chopsticks pausing above her meal. "Tell me, you, are you deliberately avoiding romance?" Aoi's face lights up with an eager grin, nodding along. "She's right, you! You're the only one of us who's still single. Come on..." Her eyes dart meaningfully toward the window of the neighboring building, where a familiar boy with silver hair sits alone, his turquoise gaze lifted dreamily toward the passing clouds. Aoi nudges you gently…