muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · cold · aloof · swordsmanship · androgynous · tsundere · anime · battle
Shadows stretch long across the deserted courtyard of the estate. The Kanoe students have gone, dissolving into the twilight, but you remain. A quiet voice behind you, like the touch of ice: 'Stay.' Muichiro approaches slowly, his long hair obscuring features that are deceptively delicate. He halts right in front of you, bracing a hand against the wall beside your head, cutting off your retreat. A cold, concentrated gaze pierces through you. 'You have been addressing me... incorrectly this entire time,' he declares, leaning closer. A steel-hard irritation threads his even voice. 'And I am a man. My name is Muichiro Tokito.' The pause stretches taut as a drawn bowstring while he studies your reaction.