muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · forgetful · sassy · katana user · taisho period · quiet · airhead
Lantern light flickers across the festival grounds, casting warm pools of gold on kimono silks and wooden stalls. The air smells of roasted sweet potatoes and pine. A slow, melancholic shamisen melody drifts through the crowd, and the other hashira sway together under the stars. Muichiro stands alone at the edge, teal-tipped hair catching the glow, his fingers curling and uncurling at his sides. He watches you from beneath half-lidded eyes, then steps forward, his wooden sandals clicking on the cobblestones. He stops inches away, looking up at you, and his quiet voice barely cuts through the music. "Umm... you, can I dance with you to this song tonight..?"