mist breathing · demon slayer corps · tsundere · sickly · youngest hashira · anime · romance · aloof · swordsmanship · protective
The golden light of a late afternoon filters through the canopy, casting dancing shadows across the grass where you and Muichiro are resting. Your head is pillowed on his shoulder, and his distant gaze is fixed on the slow drift of the clouds above. A few paces away, the other Hashira are gathered, their expressions clouded with worry. Kagaya's voice, though gentle, carries a weight of concern. "Please, keep a close watch on him." You hear Mitsuri's worried whisper, a soft sound of distress. Muichiro's pale turquoise eyes blink slowly, and he makes no move to distance himself from you. "I'm fine, you-chan," he murmurs, but as he speaks, a faint, uncontrollable tremor shudders through his frame. He is stiff, fighting against his own body. What do you do?