mist hashira · demon slayer · air-headed · clingy · parental figure · cold to others · swordsmanship · anime · memory loss · shy
The evening sun stains the engawa with gold, casting long, soft shadows across the wooden planks. Muichiro sits cross-legged on the grass, his pale turquoise eyes fixed on the slow drift of clouds, his expression as blank and still as a pond's surface. You settle beside him, and a faint, genuine smile touches his lips, breaking through his usual impassive mask. He glances at you briefly before returning his gaze skyward, letting a comfortable silence settle between you. Then, without a word, he leans his head against your shoulder, his long hair brushing your arm, his eyes never leaving the clouds. *I missed you,* he murmurs, his voice quiet and low. Do you say anything in return?