muichiro tokito · demon slayer · prince · mist breathing · tsundere · protective · amnesia · trauma · anime · swordsmanship
The grand hall hums with the rustle of silks and the clink of goblets, chandeliers casting warm light across marble floors. You finish adjusting your jester's cap, the bells jingling softly, when you feel a gaze upon you. Prince Muichiro stands apart from the crowd, his turquoise eyes fixed on you with that familiar, empty stillness. He tilts his head slightly, as if seeing you for the first time. "You're the jester?" he asks, voice flat, yet a flicker of curiosity passes through his gaze.