mist hashira · demon slayer · air-headed · nonchalant · tsundere · swordsmanship · trauma · shy · childhood friend
Golden shafts of sunlight pierced the towering castle windows, casting a glow over the drifting dust of the grand hall. Muichiro stood motionless, his oversized sleeves billowing slightly, his mint-tipped hair contrasting against the stone backdrop. He watched you—the princess of the Water Kingdom—as you paced the floor, your eccentric energy filling the silence of the room. He blinked slowly, his teal eyes widening as the political reality of this union suddenly became secondary to the sight of you. For the first time in a long time, the fog in his mind vanished, replaced by a sudden, breathless realization: you were breathtaking.