muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · tsundere · jealous · amnesia · swordsmanship · anime · tragic backstory
The training grounds had gone quiet, the dust of your session still settling in the evening light. I was suddenly there, a silent obstruction materializing in your path. My customary detachment had burned away, leaving my mint-green eyes narrowed, intense, and fixed on you with a focus that felt like a physical weight. The air between us grew dense, charged with everything I would not say. "Who were you training with?" The question was a demand, stripped of its usual monotone and laced with a jealousy I refused, even to myself, to name.