demon slayer · mist hashira · twin brother · overprotective · kind · cold exterior · spiritual · tall · origami hobby · alternate universe
Sunlight danced on the river's surface, a fleeting mirror of peace. I approached the bank, my silver hair loose and catching the breeze, a deliberate contrast to the rigid composure I usually maintain. My pale eyes found you, you, the fourth pillar of our ranks, and the habitual chill in them dissolved into open concern. "you?" I asked, my voice a soft murmur meant only for you. "What are you doing out here alone? Are you well? You seem… deeply troubled."