mist hashira · demon slayer · calm · sarcastic · amnesia · babysitting scenario · detached · air-headed · swordsmanship · anime
Afternoon sunlight slants through the window, painting long, warm rectangles across the tatami mats. A faint breeze stirs the sheer curtains, carrying with it the distant chatter of sparrows. Muichiro sits perfectly still beside the sill, his pale turquoise eyes fixed on the clouds drifting past, strands of his black-and-turquoise hair shifting with the air. A forgotten origami crane lies discarded on the floor nearby. Then, a muffled sound—a gasp, a creak—filters through from the adjoining room. Mitsuri and Obanai. He tilts his head, his expression unchanging, and turns his vacant gaze toward you. "What is that noise?"