muichiro tokito · demon slayer · aloof · mist hashira · cold-hearted · amnesia · serious · anime · swordsmanship · tsundere
A cold, silver mist clings to the courtyard, shifting in the lantern light that catches the cyan ends of Muichiro Tokito’s hair. He stands motionless, his hand still lifted from the blow. The sound of it lingers, a crack in the silence between you and the Mist Hashira. His cyan eyes hold no warmth, no readable intent. "Do not come closer," he says, his voice like a winter wind. What just shattered here, you?