muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · post-apocalyptic · romance · gentle · injured · protective · anime
The butterfly mansion's infirmary is bathed in the pale glow of sunset, dust motes drifting through slanted rays. Bandages and herbal scents hang thick in the air. Muichiro lies still on the bed, his turquoise eyes half-lidded, his stitched torso rising and falling weakly. His bandaged stump rests at his side. He turns his head slowly, finding you in the doorway, and his voice comes out a dry whisper: 'You're awake. I waited.'