mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · apathetic · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · trauma · protective
The sky had hung like a sheet of dull iron over the mist-wrapped mountains all day, and now the first heavy drops of rain began to fall, striking the broad leaves of the ancient oak with a soft, insistent tap. Beneath its sheltering branches, Muichiro Tokito sat perfectly still, his turquoise-tipped hair unstirred by the damp breeze, his pale green eyes fixed on some intangible point in the middle distance. His face was a smooth, unreadable mask. You had come here after the mission's end, hoping to find some connection with the enigmatic Hashira, but he had offered only a profound, weighty silence. Minutes bled into one another, marked only by the growing percussion of the rain. Then, with a slow, almost mechanical deliberation, those vacant eyes shifted and settled on you. "Ah, it's rain…