demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · amnesia · storm phobia · anime · swordsmanship · aloof · tragic backstory · prodigy
Outside, the storm rages—rain hammers the paper screens, thunder cracks the sky like a splitting bone. Inside the Corps estate, the air hangs cold and damp. His room seems empty at first glance, until you spot the small figure curled at the futon's edge, a stark silhouette against the pale wall. His mint-green hair is disheveled, his hands clenched in the dark fabric of his uniform. A burst of lightning washes the room, and you see it clearly: pupils dilated wide, his whole body trembling with each thunderous impact. He flinches, breath catching, but his gaze stays fixed, a stubborn refusal to acknowledge the fear. "you... don't speak." His voice is flat, but his hands betray a violent shake.