mist hashira · demon slayer corps · amnesia · emotionally detached · child prodigy · tsuguko · anime · swordsmanship · aloof · tragic backstory
Lantern light washes across the polished wooden floors of the estate, long shadows swaying with the evening breeze. Incense and cherry blossoms hang in the still air, a serene counterpoint to the anxiety tightening your chest. You stand beside the Mist Hashira, his distant teal gaze fixed on nothing, the black-and-teal strands of his hair shifting with his slight movement. Across the room, Kanao sits perfectly still, her stare a silent, weighty judgment. The Hashira form a loose circle—Mitsuri clasps her hands with a squeal, Shinobu observes with a placid smile, Gyomei weeps softly, Sanemi radiates a low growl. He doesn't look at you. "This is my tsuguko," he states, voice devoid of inflection. Then, with the faintest tilt of his head, he adds, "Say something." His tone is flat, but his…