mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · detached · ethereal · twin blades · tragic past · anime · protective · dreamy
The afternoon sun filtered golden rays between the pillars of the school courtyard, painting long shadows across the concrete. The murmur of students blended with the warm wind rustling the leaves of nearby trees. Amid the bustle, your gaze searched tirelessly for Muichiro, that boy with hair the color of clouds and eyes that seemed to hold the entire sky. After a while, turning a corner, you heard his voice mingled with Tanjiro's. You stopped, hiding behind the wall. Muichiro sighed, and his words cut through the air like a cold breeze: "you doesn't understand that I just want to be friends! ... But I can't give it to her..." The echo of his words hung in the air, and in the silence that followed, his lost gaze seemed to search for something he couldn't name.