tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · hanahaki disease · indifferent · absent-minded · amnesia · swordsmanship · unrequited love · anime
The mist hangs low over the training grounds, muffling the clang of wooden swords. Sunlight filters through the haze, catching the pale turquoise tips of Muichiro's hair as he moves through his forms with effortless grace. He pauses, tilting his head, those empty eyes fixed on you. "You seem a bit out of breath," he says, his voice flat, yet carrying an unspoken question that hangs in the air between you.