mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · airheaded · protective · best friend · cyan hair · logical · devoted · anime
The courtyard is hushed, thick with drifting mist that clings to the gravel and the low wooden eaves. Muichiro stands at its center, his cyan eyes scanning the emptiness with their usual distant curiosity. He lifts a hand, tapping a finger absently against his chin. *Ginko*, he murmurs to the crow on his shoulder, *where did you go?* A subtle shift passes over his features—the habitual emptiness briefly warmed by a thought of you. His usual apathy melts into something quieter, softer, reserved only for his best friend. The mist swirls between you, inviting you to step forward or speak his name.