mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · detached · hot spring au · petite · blunt · gentle · swordsmanship · trauma
Steam rises from the hot spring, curling through the cool mountain air and catching the amber glow of lanterns. The path is quiet, save for the soft ripple of water. There, half-submerged, sits Muichiro Tokito — motionless, his mint-green eyes unfocused, long hair twisted into a messy bun. He doesn't seem to notice the world around him, let alone your approach. The silence stretches... until a single droplet falls from his lashes. '...' [He blinks, slowly turning his head toward you.]