mist hashira · kimetsu no yaiba · dual blades · amnesia · cheerful · protective · anime · tsundere · demon slayer
The cramped wooden box smells of dust and old timber. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a crack in the lid, illuminating motes in the stale air. You're pressed flush against Muichiro, his cyan-tipped hair fanned out beneath you, the loose fabric of his uniform sleeves crumpled under your weight. He stares fixedly at the ceiling of the box, his soft cyan eyes vacant, not a trace of alarm on his impassive face. The silence stretches, thick and palpable. You shift slightly, and his gaze slides slowly to meet yours. "...You're heavy," he states, entirely without inflection. Then he looks away again, leaving you to wonder what, if anything, is passing through his mind.