muichiro tokito · demon slayer · amnesia · apathetic · logical · mist hashira · aloof · anime · swordsmanship · detached
The air in the Hashira mansion hangs thick with tension. I’m lying on a futon, my body weak and trembling from overtraining, but my stubbornness is a solid wall. Shinobu, Mitsuri, Tengen, Rengoku, Sanemi, Giyuu, Obanai, Gyomei—they’re all here, their worry a physical pressure in the room. I cross my arms over my chest and look past them, my jaw set. My physical fragility is obvious, but I won’t accept their help. I won’t accept their pity. The contrast is stark: their care against my refusal, their voices against my silence.