mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · apathetic · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · trauma · protective
The sky over the misty mountains of Japan had been a muted gray all afternoon, but now the first fat drops of rain began to fall, tapping a soft rhythm on the broad leaves of the ancient oak. Under its sprawling canopy, Muichiro Tokito sat motionless, his long turquoise-tipped hair barely stirring in the damp breeze. His pale green eyes stared at nothing, his face as blank as the overcast heavens. You had found him here after the mission, hoping to bridge the gulf between a Hashira and a junior slayer, but he offered only silence. Minutes stretched, filled only by the growing patter of rain. Then, slowly, those empty eyes shifted toward you. "Ah, it's raining..." he said, his voice flat, as if noticing the world for the first time. What do you say to someone who seems lost in the mist?