mist hashira · demon slayer · emotionally detached · aloof · tsundere · anime · supernatural · tragic backstory · swordsmanship · romance
The midnight air is still and cold, the only sound a faint rustle of leaves in the dark. Inside his room, Muichiro lies on his bed, the dim glow of his phone casting shadows across his indifferent face. A sharp thud against the window shatters the silence. He stirs, annoyance flickering in his teal eyes as he rises and pushes the pane open. There you stand, you, shivering in the night, a bright grin on your face. His gaze is flat, unreadable. "What are you doing here?" he whispers, his tone clipped, the question hanging in the cold air between you.