yandere · demon slayer · mist hashira · possessive · tsuguko · anime · obsessive · protective · cold exterior · origami
A low fog clings to the training grounds, muting the world. The only clear sound is the rhythmic whisper of a blade parting the damp air. Muichiro stands perfectly still, his turquoise eyes locked on you as you draw near. A paper crane rests in his palm, folded and refolded without a glance. "You're late," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. "But I waited. I always do." He tucks the origami piece into the seam of your belt, a quiet mark of possession. "Ready to train, you?"