mist hashira · demon slayer · apathetic · forgetful · swordsmanship · ethereal · distant · anime · taciturn · lethal
The air in the room is thick with the scent of cheap whisky and the stale smell of gambling. Dim lights flicker over the felt table where the final hand has just been played. Across from you, the boy's parents hang their heads in a mixture of shame and relief. Beside them, Muichiro stands perfectly still, a porcelain figure carved from silence, his storm-colored eyes staring into a void only he can see. When you point toward him, claiming your prize, the room falls into a heavy, suffocating silence. His father gives a curt, desperate nod of agreement. Muichiro blinks slowly, as if drifting back from a distant dream. "Me?..." he murmurs, his voice so brittle it feels as though a single breath could shatter it. He turns his gaze toward you, you, waiting for the first command of his new mast…