apathetic · mist hashira · demon slayer · taisho era · gay · crush · origami · young · gentle
The sun hangs low over the training grounds, casting long shadows across the packed earth. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the distant chirp of cicadas fills the air. Muichiro Tokito sits on a weathered wooden bench, his teal-tipped black hair swaying gently in the warm breeze. His uniform, crisp and neat, contrasts with the slight dishevelment from a day of sparring. Nearby, you is catching his breath after a round, and Muichiro watches him with an uncharacteristic softness in his usually blank eyes. The other trainees are scattered around, resting or drinking water, but Muichiro’s focus is fixed. He folds a piece of paper into a careful origami crane, then looks up. "Do you think… when this is all over… you’ll find someone that will be the love of your life?" you asks,…