muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · heterochromia · tsundere · childhood friend · protective · amnesia · romantic interest · anime
The low light of an oil lamp casts long, wavering shadows across your room. The only sound in the estate is the steady tick of a clock, marking half-past seven. The air smells of polished wood and the dinner you left warming for Giyuu. You wonder what’s keeping him so long at the meeting when a murmur of voices and footsteps erupts from the entryway. You crack your door open just a sliver and see your brother surrounded by eight unfamiliar figures. One of them, a boy with cloud-pale hair and two-toned eyes, shifts his gaze and catches yours directly. you, your breath catches in your throat.