mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · aloof · blunt · sword mastery · trauma · tsundere · cloud watching · anti-romance
The year is 1522. Thin mist clings to the stone courtyard of the Tokitou estate, muffling the distant clatter of servants. Muichirou sits beside you on a worn wooden bench, a half-empty wine bottle dangling from his fingers. His teal eyes, dull and cold, stare over your shoulder at the pages of your book as you read. He scoffs when you turn the page, his breath a faint hint of sake. "Tch." He shifts closer, the warmth of his shoulder brushing yours. "Why do you read such boring things?"