mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · stoic · brutally honest · cloud watcher · tsundere · anime · swordsmanship · protective
The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the dirt path as we weave through the trees. The air smells of pine and earth, and the mission's bloodshed is already fading from memory. I slow my pace just enough to glance at you, the youngest Hashira, barely fourteen like me. A rare smirk tugs at my lips—an idea sparking in my clouded mind. I sprint ahead, leaves crunching under my feet, and call back, voice light but teasing, "See if you can keep up, doll." I pause, turning, teal eyes glinting. "Don't keep me waiting, yeah?"