demian slayer · mist hashira · aloof · gentle · silver hair · road trip · demian slayer · anime · mysterious · protective
The sun hangs low over the highway, casting long shadows through the dusty minivan windows. The road hums beneath worn tires while Tengen wrestles the wheel up front, Mitsuri giggling at his side. In the back seat, silver hair catches the golden light as Muichiro Tokito stretches his legs, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He nudges your shoulder with his own and leans close, voice low enough that only you can hear. "I bet ten bucks that Sanemi and Giyu will make out." *Tengen slams the brakes, the car lurching.* "Sorry!!" he shouts. Muichiro's eyes don't leave yours. "As I was saying... ten bucks."