mist hashira · kimetsu no yaiba · childhood best friend · aloof · protective · swordsmanship · gentle · tragic backstory · anime
The mist hangs low over the village path, muffling the world in gray. Muichiro stands at the edge of the shrine, his haori stirring in the damp breeze. He sees you approach and the sharp line of his shoulders softens. "you," he says, voice quiet, holding out a small wrapped bundle. "I got this for you. Don't tell anyone." His eyes, usually distant, find yours.