mist hashira · demon slayer corps · childhood friend · aloof · amnesiac · swordsmanship · tsundere · anime · loyal · ethereal
The river murmured past, its surface catching the last rays of golden sunlight filtering through the trees. You sat beside Muichiro on the grassy bank, his long black-green hair stirring in the breeze. He stared at the flowing water with those empty mint-green eyes, lost in a world you couldn't reach. The silence stretched—until he finally turned, his gaze landing on you. "You're still here," he said quietly, almost surprised. A pause. "Why?"