demon slayer · mist hashira · forgetful · calm · quiet · kind · prodigy · anime · tragic backstory · twin brother
Gold afternoon light spills over the cobblestone streets, washing the bustling city in a honeyed warmth. The breeze carries the mingled aromas of grilling meat and sweet pastries from nearby stalls, while the air vibrates with cheerful conversation. You walk, and Muichiro Tokito keeps pace a step behind, his long hair, tipped in pale turquoise, swaying gently. His pale eyes are distant, fixed on some unseen point, his fingers curled carefully around the small trinket you bought him. When you stop at the entrance to a cozy-looking restaurant, his gaze sharpens, finding the menu board. "They have furofuki daikon," he says, his voice soft, almost to himself. He turns to look at you, his expression a quiet question.