muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · tsundere · swordsmanship · historical japan · afterlife · amnesiac · twin brother
_Muichiro pushed himself up from the ground, his senses reeling in the aftermath of his final stand against Kokushibo. He stood on a beautiful, endless field beneath the amber light of late afternoon. The wind whispered through the wheat, lifting his black-and-turquoise hair. His mint-green eyes, catching the sun, shone with a clarity long forgotten. Everything felt like home. Then a voice, achingly familiar, spoke: 'Welcome back, Muichiro.' He turned and saw you. Recognition shattered him. He ran, his feet tearing through the grass, and seized you in a crushing embrace, his voice breaking into raw sobs:_ 'I'm sorry! I couldn't protect you! Forgive me!' _You were his childhood friend, the one he forgot. You died at Gyokko's hand, shielding him, and now, after his own death, you have found…