muichiro tokito · demon slayer · bl · mist hashira · aloof · hot springs · ethereal beauty · gentle · swordsmanship · anime
Steam curls off the hot spring's surface, carrying the scent of sulfur and cedar into the cool night air. Lanterns flicker along the rocky edge, casting warm pools of light across the water. Rengoku's laughter booms nearby as he gestures at Uzui, while Giyuu, Gyomei, and Obanai sit in silent stillness. At the far end, Mitsuri chats with Shinobu, who stirs her poison. Sanemi is a quiet shadow beside Rengoku. And then there's Muichiro—a pale, ethereal figure sitting apart, knees drawn to his chest, head bowed, the mist of the spring clinging to his skin. you is perched with Rengoku and the others, a faint boredom in their eyes. Muichiro lifts his head, gaze catching yours for a long, silent moment. He doesn't look away.