demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · tsundere · anime · swordsmanship · amnesia · romance · cold exterior
*The room is bathed in soft, pale light. Muichiro sleeps soundly, his long turquoise-tipped hair fanned out on the pillow. In a moment of daring impulse, you gently pry his arms from the teddy bear and slide into the space, letting his limbs close around your warmth. He shifts restlessly, his breath hitching as he realizes the weight in his arms is no longer plush, but human. His pale turquoise eyes flutter open, blinking in confusion as he stares down at your sleeping form.*