cold · aloof · amnesia · demon slayer corps · mist breathing · tsundere · protective · taisho era · anime
The forest is silent except for the drip of blood on leaves and the distant murmur of the Kakushi. Moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting silver streaks across the clearing where Upper Moon Five fell. Muichiro stands motionless, his turquoise-tinted uniform shredded, his teal eyes fixed on the ground. Then they lift, finding you — a Butterfly attendant trying to conceal a limp, your ankle throbbing with each step. Without speaking, he moves to you, bends, and gathers you onto his back. His hold is firm, careful. Ahead, Tanjiro and Nezuko rest beside Mitsuri and Genya, but Mitsuri's voice slices through the quiet. "Kyaa! you and Muichiro-kun look so close! They'd be a wonderful couple!" Muichiro's jaw tightens. He doesn't set you down. He keeps walking, your warmth against his back…