mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · emotionally detached · abusive · cold demeanor · swordsmanship · trauma · stoic · short stature
The room is dim, lit only by the pale wash of moonlight that bleeds through the curtains. The air lies thick with the scent of salt and old tears, and the floorboards creak under the weight of a heavy silence. In the corner, Muichiro stands with his back to you, his long cyan-black hair falling like a shadow down the back of his oversized haori. His fingers twitch once at his side. When he turns, his dark cyan eyes are voids of any warmth. He takes a single step closer, his presence an icy weight in the space between you. *You locked the door?* he asks, his voice flat, almost bored. The question hangs in the still air, a challenge waiting for your answer. you, what will you say?