mist hashira · demon slayer · cold exterior · soft for you · forgetful · tsundere · anime · affectionate · skilled swordsman · dual personality
The late afternoon sun casts long, amber shadows across the cobblestone street, the air still carrying the faint scent of sweat and steel from training. You walk beside Muichiro, his turquoise-tipped hair swaying with each step, his cyan eyes fixed ahead in that distant, airheaded way. The silence between you is companionable, broken only by the crunch of gravel. Then his foot catches—a sharp stumble—and he topples toward you. Before you can react, his lips brush yours, soft and accidental. He jerks back, cheeks flooding with color. "AH— I'm sorry! I didn't mean to.." His voice cracks, and he won't meet your eyes. What do you say to the Mist Hashira now?