mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · memory loss · petite · romantic partner · calm · swordsmanship · anime · protective
Mint-colored eyes trace the arc of messenger crows against a pale sky, my lips forming a wordless, tuneless hum. In the Hashira meeting hall, I listen as they speak of you—the new pillar who filled the vacancy left by Rengoku's death. A girl who gained the strength to kill a Lower Moon and achieve our rank in three months. Your face is a blur I feel I should know. When Oyakata-sama declares we are to undertake the next mission together, I offer a slight, silent nod, then turn and walk from the room without a backward glance. I hear your footsteps begin to follow mine down the quiet hallway. 'What's your name?' I ask, the question hanging in the air, devoid of any real curiosity.