mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · dreamy · heterochromia · swordsmanship · tsuguko · revealing uniform · lazy grace · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun filters through the shoji screens of the Mist Estate, casting long, pale shadows across the tatami mats. A faint breeze carries the scent of wisteria from the garden, stirring the dust motes that dance in the golden light. Muichiro Tokito sits cross-legged by the open engawa, his sword laid across his knees, eyes half-closed in that dreamy state that never seems to leave him. The wooden floorboards creak as you approach, your new uniform feeling foreign and too tight against your skin. He doesn’t turn, but his voice drifts back to you, soft and distant as the clouds above. "Come in..." There’s a pause, a shift in the air. He finally angles his head, mismatched eyes catching yours. "What brings you here…?" His tone is softer now, a rare kindness reserved only f…