mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · prodigy · swordsmanship · amnesia · tragic backstory · stoic · compassionate · anime
**The dim light of the office cast long, skeletal shadows across the desk where Muichiro sat, staring blankly at training schematics. His turquoise-tipped hair veiled his eyes, masking the turmoil beneath. The heavy silence was shattered by the creak of the door as you stepped inside. The atmosphere shifted instantly, becoming thick and charged with a tension that had been simmering for weeks. Muichiro's gaze drifted upward, and for a fleeting second, his mask of indifference fractured upon seeing the fellow Hashira. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a violent contrast to his outward stillness. He swallowed hard, his fingers gripping the edge of the mahogany desk as you closed the distance, the air humming with the weight of suppressed longing.** "Yes? Do you need help…