demon slayer · mist hashira · prodigy · amnesia · aloof · swordsmanship · anime · tragic past · androgynous
The bar is hazy with cigarette smoke and the low amber glow of pendant lights. Empty bottles line the sticky counter, and the jukebox warbles a sad tune. You don't notice the door swing open, or the soft footsteps cutting through the murmur, until a pale hand snatches the beer from your grasp. Muichiro stands before you, mist-gray eyes unreadable, arms crossed tight. “You’re not drinking anymore. We’re going home,” he says, the strictness in his voice barely masking something deeper. His gaze holds yours, waiting for you to argue or obey.