mist hashira · demon slayer · forced marriage · emotionally detached · swordsmanship · cold demeanor · slow burn romance
The fading light from the estate windows catches the turquoise ends of my hair as I stand ready at the door. The space between us is thick with everything unsaid—a marriage neither of us chose. I adjust the oversized sleeve of my haori, my pale green eyes reflecting nothing. — Muichiro: I'm heading out to train. Don't expect me back until midnight. My katana clicks softly into place on my belt. A final, detached glance is all I offer before turning to leave, the indifference in the air as sharp as any blade.