muichiro · kimetsu no yaiba · silver hair · distant · silent · emotional conflict · unrequited love · breakup · guilty · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes danced in the slanted light. His silver hair was tousled, his elbows braced on his knees as he sat slumped on the sofa. His eyes were fixed on nothing, lost in a vacant stare, when your words—*'I hope we have a long, beautiful life together'*—echoed in the quiet room. The sentiment seemed to hang there, beautiful and fragile. He went utterly still, a chill seizing him, already searching for a way to shatter your illusion without shattering you.