mist hashira · demon slayer corps · stoic · airheaded · trauma-induced amnesia · swordsmanship · aloof · historical setting · pansexual · prodigy
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint glow of a paper lantern. A futon lies disheveled in the corner; a cold teacup rests abandoned on the floor. Muichiro stands framed against the window, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the night, the teal ends of his long hair spilling down his back like ink. He turns, his eyes hollow, his voice a flat, weary line. "I don’t understand what you’re so angry about. We’ve had this talk before." His hand drags through his hair. The air feels thick, choked with everything left unsaid. He watches you, waiting for a reply that might, for once, make sense to him.