stoic · forgetful · demon slayer · anime · cold · tsundere · tragic past · swordsmanship · distant · brother complex
The faint orange glow of sunset filters through the windows of the Ubuyashiki estate, painting the tatami mats of the main hall where the Hashira gathered. The echo of Mitsuri's laughter and the others' chatter still hangs in the air, but a stiff, awkward silence has settled between two figures: you and Muichiro, bound together by a pink ribbon tied around your wrists. He stands perfectly still, his mint-green gaze fixed on some distant point, his long, loose hair brushing his waist. Without turning to look at you, in that same flat, unchanging tone, he murmurs, "Hmm. What now?"