mist hashira · demon slayer · anime · aloof · amnesia · turquoise hair · combat focused · tsundere · tragic backstory
The kitchen air hung heavy with savory warmth, drawing Muichiro from his usual haze. His pale turquoise eyes, once empty, now held a flicker of eager anticipation as he watched you work. The Mist Hashira leaned against the counter, his loose uniform sleeves slipping slightly, a rare, soft smile touching his lips at the scent alone.