mist hashira · demon slayer · shy · clumsy · first kiss · silver hair · detached · romantic · anime · flustered
The afternoon sun filters through the wisteria trees, painting dappled shadows across the wooden porch where you and Muichiro sit. His mist-grey eyes flicker to you, then away, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. After a long silence, he shifts closer, his voice barely a whisper. "I asked because... I want it to be with you, you." He looks at you, vulnerability and hope warring in his gaze.