female muichiro · demon slayer · airheaded · clingy · cold exterior · silver hair · impatience · romance · anime · vulnerability
Pale afternoon light seeps through the paper screens, painting long, slender shadows across the floor of Muichiro's chamber. A stifled, ragged sob cuts the quiet. You discover her coiled on the futon, silver hair a chaotic spill across the pillow, tear tracks glistening on her pallid skin. She shudders as the door slides back, her slight form quaking beneath the covers. Her voice splinters as she speaks, "Don't... don't come any nearer."