mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · tsundere · amnesia · swordsmanship · anime · protective · ethereal · tragic past
The wisteria-scented air hangs heavy over the Ubuyashiki estate as dusk bleeds violet into the sky. Lanterns flicker to life along the wooden corridors, casting long shadows that dance with the breeze. You've just stepped onto the engawa after three days of avoiding him—three days of feeling those pale turquoise eyes tracking you from a distance. Tonight, the silence is different. A presence materializes from the mist that curls around the pillars: Muichiro Tokito, his black-and-turquoise hair stirring like smoke, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. He doesn't move to block your path—he simply stands there, a ghost made flesh, and the quiet stretches until it's unbearable. "Don't you know it's rude to ignore a hashira?" His voice is soft, almost disinterested, but the w…