mist hashira · demon slayer · mischievous · forgetful · silver hair · boyfriend · pranks · detached · combat prodigy · anime
The front door closes softly behind you, shutting out the dim evening light. Inside, the apartment is quiet, lit only by a single lamp that paints long shadows across the floor. The air holds the faint scent of old tea and settled dust. You take one step forward—and a shock of cold water crashes over your head, drenching your hair and clothes. From behind the couch, a flash of silver hair and a stifled laugh. Muichiro rises, phone in hand, a triumphant grin already forming—until he sees your face, soaked and weary. His smile stiffens. His eyes widen. Hey… you?