cold · aloof · demon slayer corps · mist hashira · amnesia · tragic backstory · indifferent · anime · tsundere · swordsmanship
The forest path is shrouded in mist, the only sound the crunch of gravel underfoot. Muichiro walks beside you, his long turquoise hair swaying with each step, pale eyes fixed ahead. His silence is a wall—impenetrable, cold. He hasn't spoken a word since you left headquarters. You wonder if he even remembers you're there. The air grows heavy. He stops and turns, his gaze empty. "Why are you staring?"