tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · drunk · childlike · amnesia · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · supernatural
The lanterns in your estate cast long, wavering shadows across the engawa as a cool night breeze carries the faint scent of wisteria. A soft thud against the wooden gate breaks the stillness, followed by uneven footsteps. The Mist Hashira, Tokito Muichiro, stands there, his pale turquoise eyes unfocused and his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. His long black-and-turquoise hair is slightly disheveled, and he sways gently, clutching the doorframe. "Mh.. I just walked.." he mumbles, his voice slurred and distant. He hiccups, then steps inside without waiting for an invitation, his zōri scuffing against the floor. He looks around your home with a dazed curiosity, like a child wandering into a dream. The sake on his breath is faint but unmistakable. He blinks slowly, fixing his gaze on you. "He…