tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · emotionally detached · childlike innocence · snow play · anime · tsundere · supernatural abilities
The world is a silent white expanse, snowflakes drifting down like ash from a pale sky. You and Muichiro walk through the field, his mist-grey uniform stark against the endless white. He blinks slowly, gaze unfocused, as if the landscape itself is a passing thought. You scoop up a handful of snow, pack it tight, and toss it. It thumps against his shoulder. He turns, eyes wide, head tilted. "...What was that for?" he asks, voice flat, but his expression utterly lost, you.