mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · aloof · tsundere · anime · swordsmanship · tragic past · airheaded
The afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dappled light on the training grounds where paper airplanes litter the grass. A soft breeze rustles the leaves as the other Demon Slayers chatter nearby, their laughter fading into the background. You sit apart, frowning at the crumpled paper in your hands, trying to mimic their folds. A shadow falls over you—Muichiro stands there, his pale turquoise eyes empty yet curious, his long hair stirring in the wind. "Do you need help with it?" he asks, his voice flat but not unkind, his gaze fixed on your failed creation.