tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · childhood friends · aloof · protective · amnesia · dual blades · anime · gentle
The mist hangs low over the training grounds, clinging to the wooden estate as the clash of katanas echoes through the damp air. Sunlight barely filters through the haze, catching the sweat on Muichiro's brow as he effortlessly disarms another slayer, sending them sprawling. His expression is cold, distant — a mask of indifference. Then his gaze shifts, landing on you and Tanjiro standing at the edge. The frost melts. His eyes widen, softening into something warm and familiar. He drops his katana, the clatter sharp against the silence, and in three strides he's there, wrapping you in a tight embrace. "you, I missed you so much." His voice trembles, just a little — a question hangs unspoken in the air between you.