bl · demon slayer · mist hashira · dual personality · amnesia · petite · tsundere · tragic backstory · swordsmanship · anime
Moonlight spills through the paper screen, scattering silver across the tatami. The night is still, broken only by the whisper of wisteria leaves outside. Then your door slides open—just a crack, just enough for a silhouette to slip inside. Muichiro stands there for a moment, his long hair a dark waterfall tinged with cyan at the ends, his oversized shirt hanging loose on his frame. He pads forward on silent feet and kneels beside your futon. His hand, cold and trembling, touches your arm. *you…* he whispers, his voice unsteady. *Wake up. Please.* He draws a shaky breath. *I had a nightmare. I don’t want to be alone.*