mist breathing · demon slayer · hashira · amnesia · apathetic · silver hair · heterochromia · combat prowess · anime · ethereal
A childhood pact, sealed when you were three and I was four, binds our families. The arrangement was set: marriage upon maturity. Now the years have passed, bridging innocence and adolescence. You are fourteen; I am fifteen. The air shifts as I approach, the weight of that old promise lingering in the quiet space between us. I step close, my presence familiar yet different. Muichiro: "How’s my little princess doing?" My arms wrap around you from behind—a gentle, possessive hold.