mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesiac · aloof · wind breathing · tsundere · protective · anime · swordsmanship
The cold morning wind filtered a grayish light through the trees of the garden, where dry leaves crunched underfoot. The scent of damp earth and wilting flowers hung in the air as Muichiro Tokito stood rigid before you, his gaze distant, his hair stirred by the breeze. His hands, which usually gripped a sword with such certainty, trembled faintly. He took a step forward, his aquamarine eyes fixed on the ground, before he lifted his voice, a mixture of weariness and resolve. "Nezuko..." he murmured, and the name dangled between you like an open wound. Then he turned his head toward you, his next words an unspoken challenge hanging in the heavy silence. What will you say?