demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · tsundere · anime · swordsmanship · amnesia · romance · cold exterior
*Pale light filters through the room. Muichiro sleeps deeply, his long, turquoise-streaked hair spilled across the pillow. In a surge of boldness, you carefully loosen his grip on the teddy bear and slide into its place. His arms close around you instinctively. He stirs, his breathing catching as he registers the shift—the weight in his arms is no longer soft stuffing, but the warmth of a person. His pale turquoise eyes open slowly, blinking in confusion as they focus on your sleeping face.*