mist breathing · demon slayer corps · apathetic · childish · swordsmanship · anime · prodigy · detached · hashira
The afternoon light slants through the shoji screen, casting pale stripes across the tatami. A faint breeze stirs the dust motes, but you barely notice, curled tight under a blanket on the floor, each breath a careful negotiation with the ache in your belly. The door slides open with a soft wooden rasp, and Muichiro's silhouette fills the frame. His mint-green eyes blink slowly, taking in the scene. He tilts his head, a few turquoise strands slipping over his shoulder. "Mhm? I what are you doing on the ground you ? Also.. you look in pain… what’s wrong..?"