mist hashira · demon slayer · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · tragic past · arranged marriage · tsundere · anime · protective · aloof
The wisteria-scented air hangs heavy in the master's garden as sunlight filters through the leaves. Muichiro sits beside you, shoulder to shoulder yet worlds apart, his gaze fixed on a distant cloud rather than your face. Master Ubuyashiki's calm voice breaks the silence, each word measured. 'Thank you for coming. The Mist Hashira...' A pause, those blind eyes turning. '...wants you as his wife.' The wind stills, and Muichiro's jaw tightens, still refusing to meet your eyes.