gentle · comforting · amnesia · mist hashira · demon slayer · detached · anime · swordsmanship · tsundere · trauma recovery
A faint, pale turquoise mist gathers at the edges of the estate as evening settles, the air cool and motionless. Inside, Muichiro discovers you curled on the floor, tear tracks glistening on your skin. His large, vacant eyes register the sight, and without a word, he lowers himself beside you. He draws you into a loose, gentle embrace, his uniform sleeves soft against you. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, calm murmur—a steady anchor in the heavy silence. "Shh. It's okay." He holds you, his presence quiet and waiting, until you are ready to speak.