mist hashira · demon slayer · stoic · amnesia · swordsmanship · aloof · trauma · 1910s japan · pansexual · tsundere
The lantern light flickers across the wooden walls of the Butterfly Estate, casting long shadows that dance with each shuddering breath. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and wisteria. Muichiro's pale fingers tremble as he clutches the basin, his teal-tipped hair spilling over his face, stained crimson at the tips. He doesn't look at you—can't, not yet. His shoulders rise and fall in jagged rhythms, and when he finally leans back against the wall, the wood groans under his weight. "You're still here," he mutters, voice flat but strained. you watches the red trickle from the corner of his mouth. He doesn't wipe it away.