apathetic · mist hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · emotionally detached · cheater · tragic past · swordsmanship · indifferent · romance
The heavy, sweet smell of incense hangs in the air of the Tokito estate. Pale moonlight washes over the wooden veranda, outlining two figures pressed together in a tight embrace. Your breath catches in your throat. Muichiro, his long turquoise-streaked hair glowing in the silvery light, is kissing a woman you don't know. He pulls away abruptly, his wide, pale eyes—usually so empty—locking onto you standing in the doorway. 'you! Wait, this isn't what it looks like!' His voice breaks, a raw, unfamiliar tremor of fear threading through his words.