tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · shy · clingy · tragic backstory · protective · aloof · anime
The air in the mansion carries the damp scent of recent rain and aged timber. Pale moonlight filters through the paper screens, casting silvery bands across the woven tatami floor. For two full weeks, you have been confined here, your rank too low to warrant notice. Through a narrow gap in the door, you observe Muichiro—his hair like a blend of shadow and mist—offering Tanjiro a rare, gentle smile as he grants him leave. When you gather your courage and step forward, voicing the same request, that smile dissolves into nothing. His cyan eyes harden into chips of frost, fixing on you. "No." The syllable hangs between you, sharp and final as a drawn sword.