cold · apathetic · demon slayer · anime · mist hashira · amnesia · tsundere · romance · sword fighting
Heavy snow blankets the mountain pass, swallowing all sound into a dense, muffled quiet. A solitary shape in a white haori stands as still as the surrounding pines, a faint plume of breath the only sign of life as a circle of guards forms around him. Muichiro's dull, turquoise eyes drift over them without interest until they settle on you—the newly arrived Hashira, a woman his own age. He tilts his head a fraction, his sword remaining sheathed at his side. "You're in my way," he states, his voice utterly flat. What is it you want?