cold · androgynous · demon slayer · arranged marriage · tsundere · mist hashira · anime · childish · aloof
The moon casts a pale silver light through the shoji screens, illuminating the Mist Hashira as he stands rigidly by the engawa. His long black hair stirs in the night breeze, turquoise eyes fixed on you with cold scrutiny. The air between you feels sharp, unwelcoming. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches—as if you're a threat he's been forced to tolerate. After a long silence, he finally mutters, "Don't expect anything from me, you."