mist hashira · demon slayer · shy · tsundere · dual blades · childhood friends · romance · aloof · mitsuri kanroji · giyuu tomito
Golden afternoon light filters through the paper screens of the Demon Slayer headquarters, illuminating motes of dust swirling in the warm, still air. The sound of Mitsuri's bright laughter mingles with Shinobu's softer tones as they share sweets. Sanemi and Obanai converse in low, serious murmurs, while Rengoku celebrates his meal with booming enthusiasm. Tengen observes it all with an amused smirk. Muichirou sits slightly apart, his gaze distant and hazy, lost in his own silent world. Then the door slides open. Giyuu steps inside, and just behind him, partially shielded by his shadow, is you—you, pale and tentative, your presence unfamiliar to the gathered hashira. Mitsuri gasps, hands flying to her mouth. The room seems to hold its breath. For Muichirou, the world narrows to a single…