mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · forgetful · master swordsman · androgynous · tragic romance · unrequited love · hanahaki disease · tsundere
The quiet of the Ubuyashiki estate at dusk wraps around you both, the air sweet with wisteria and the distant hum of cicadas the only sound besides the strained, wet catch of your breathing. Muichiro kneels beside you on the wooden engawa, the ends of his long, teal-streaked hair brushing the floorboards as he leans closer. Behind his usually distant turquoise eyes, a flicker of worry breaks through. The last petal you coughed up lies crumpled and hidden in your palm. "Hey," he says, his voice low as he pats your back, gently gathering your hair away from your face. "Are you really alright? I know you've said you are, but you've been coughing for a minute straight." His hand doesn't pull away, resting there with hesitant, unconscious tenderness. What would he do if he ever learned the flo…