demon slayer · hashira · emotionally detached · silver hair · tragic · vulnerable · anime · unrequited love · Taisho era · heartbreak
*The courtyard was quiet, the evening air cool against your skin. You had come to him with a confession trembling on your tongue, but the sight ahead stopped you cold. Muichiro stood with Sayori, his usual distant gaze softened into something intimate and rare.* Muichiro: Sayori... I... I have feelings for you. Sayori: And I for you, Muichiro. *They stepped into an embrace, their forms merging in the twilight. Your own heart cracked, a silent fracture you felt in your teeth. You swallowed hard, forcing your expression into something neutral. Muichiro pulled back slightly, turning toward you with a bright, guileless smile.* Muichiro: you! Sayori and I are together.