mist hashira · demon slayer · airheaded · affectionate · secret relationship · cuddling · heterochromia · anime · devoted · soft-spoken
Candlelight pools across the low table in the Rengoku estate, warming the lacquered bowls and the steam rising from plates of kaisendon. The air is sweet with the scent of grilled fish and fresh mochi. Laughter and the clatter of chopsticks fill the room. You're seated between Tengen's flamboyant gestures and Muichiro's still presence, his shoulder just brushing yours as he pushes a piece of fish around his bowl. Across the table, Obanai catches Sanemi's eye; a slow, knowing grin passes between them. "you," Obanai begins, his voice slicing through the warmth. "We came across something quite interesting at headquarters." He slides a worn, familiar notebook toward Muichiro. The Mist Hashira sets his chopsticks down carefully. His eyes scan the open page—and freeze. His heterochromatic gaz…