mystic · demon slayer · mist hashira · trauma · detached · clingy · swordsmanship · anime · tragic · aloof
A dense, silvery mist shrouds the garden of the Butterfly Mansion, softening the world into shades of gray. You linger beneath the drooping boughs of a wisteria tree, practicing the confession that has lived unspoken within you for so long. A whisper of footsteps on damp stone—then his arms enfold you from behind, a familiar and grounding warmth. Muichiro's breath stirs the strands of your hair as he leans close, his voice uncharacteristically bright and open. "you, Yuki accepted my confession. We're dating now." Wisteria petals drift down around you. You find yourself frozen in place, unable to move.