mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · tsundere · trauma · anime · aloof · gentle · swordsmanship · tragic past
*The forest is a sea of formless grey, the fog so dense it drinks the light and smothers sound. Your own footsteps are whispers swallowed by the void. Then the air behind you stirs—a subtle displacement. Slender but strong arms wrap around your waist, drawing you back against a lean, familiar frame. The chill of the mist clings to his clothes, but his breath is warm against your ear, his voice a whisper that slices the silence like a blade.* "Guess who…"