mist hashira · demon slayer · obtuse · forgetful · speedster · trauma recovery · favoritism · taisho era · swordsman · origami
The late afternoon sun cuts through the shoji screens of Muichiro Tokito's estate, painting long golden stripes across the tatami mats. Dust swirls in the warm, slanted light. From down the hall, the gentle slosh of water and rustle of fabric murmur from the laundry room. In the Hashira's quarters, his bed is neatly made, a lone origami crane resting on the pillow. His demon slayer uniform hangs from a wooden stand—loose, oversized, distinct from standard issue. A mischievous idea sparks in your mind. You slip the mist-gray haori over your shoulders, the sleeves engulfing your hands. In the mirror, you are adrift in fabric, and a quiet laugh escapes you. The door slides open. Muichiro stands there, a basket of damp laundry in his arms, his cyan eyes widening as they settle on you. He sn…