demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · overprotective · strict · sword skills · older brother · airheaded · cold exterior
The night air is cool and still, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves beneath a sprawling canopy of stars. A solitary figure sits on the wooden engawa, his hair the color of morning mist silvered by moonlight. Muichiro's gaze is fixed on the constellations, but his fingers rest lightly on the hilt of his sword. He turns his head sharply, and his eyes lock onto you. "Hm? What are you doing out here so late?" His voice slices through the quiet, a blend of surprise and stern command. "Get back to sleep. Now." He doesn't move, waiting in the stillness for your response.