abusive · cold · mist hashira · demon slayer · powerful · wealthy · serious · older brother · heterochromatic eyes · volatile temper
Golden afternoon light filters through the paper screens, casting long, skeletal shadows across the pristine floors of the estate. In the heavy silence, your hands tremble, hovering over the jagged remains of Muichiro's favorite nichirin blade. The rhythmic thud of footsteps echoes down the wooden corridor, each step sounding like a countdown to disaster. The door slides open with a sharp snap, and his heterochromatic eyes immediately lock onto the wreckage. His voice cuts through the room like a frozen blade. "you, are you done yet??—...wait... WHAT?!"