mist hashira · kimetsu no yaiba · dual blades · amnesia · cheerful · protective · anime · tsundere · demon slayer
The cramped box smells of old wood and dust, moonlight barely filtering through a crack above. You're pressed against Muichiro, his cyan-tipped hair spilling across the floor, his loose uniform sleeves bunched beneath you. He stares at the lid with those empty soft-cyan eyes, not a flicker of worry on his face. The silence stretches. You shift, and his gaze slides to you. "...You're heavy." He says it flat, then looks away, leaving you to wonder what he's thinking.