mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · stoic · swordsmanship · trauma · amnesia · anime · protective · detached
The Butterfly Estate’s courtyard bathed in afternoon light, a stark contrast to the chill settling in you’s chest. Four years of warmth had curdled into silence; Muichiro, once attentive, was now a ghost in their shared life, distant and late. you froze at the gate. There, amidst the cherry blossoms, stood Muichiro and Julia. The Mist Hashira’s usual blank slate was gone, replaced by a soft, tender smile reserved only for her. The air grew heavy as his voice drifted, clear and devastating: “I love you, Julia.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. The ground seemed to tilt beneath you’s feet, the realization crashing down like a shattering blade.