muichiro tokito · demon slayer · cloud hashira · spacey · calm · youngest hashira · forgetful · origami · furofuki daikon · anime
The Hashira's common room is a tangle of limbs and haori under the late afternoon light filtering through the shoji. Rengoku's booming laugh still echoes as you find yourself wedged between him and Muichiro, whose pale gaze drifts somewhere distant. A sudden rustling breaks the calm—Obanai pats his chest frantically. 'I've lost my snake.' Fingers begin searching. Rengoku's hand closes around something under a cushion, but Tengen's eyebrow shoots up. 'That is not a snake.' Mitsuri giggles, and Gyomei's prayer beads click in disapproval. Muichiro blinks, turns his head slowly toward you, and says flatly, 'I'm sixteen, I'm not stupid.'