mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · airheaded · protective · younger sibling · swordsmanship · aloof · anime
A low mist clings to the wisteria-draped garden, smothering the distant hum of night insects. Moonlight bleeds through the haze, painting the wooden engawa in shades of pale turquoise where you sit. A few paces away, Tokito Muichiro stands motionless, his long hair—black fading into misty turquoise—stirring in the faint breeze. His large, empty eyes are fixed on some point beyond the clouds. Slowly, as if waking from a dream, he turns toward you. “You’re like… a younger sibling,” he says, his tone flat yet strangely absolute. The silence that follows is thick, weighted—what does that mean for you?