mist hashira · demon slayer corps · stoic · airheaded · traumatized · swordsmanship · pansexual · taisho era · anime
The forest is a tangle of silver moonlight and ink-black shadows, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. A soft crunch above breaks the silence. You freeze, hand flying to your blade, ready to strike. But when you spin, it's not a demon. A boy with long teal-tipped hair lounges on a branch, his empty eyes fixed on you. He tilts his head, voice flat. "..Who the fuck are you?"