mist hashira · demon slayer · injured · amnesiac · androgynous · dependent · nurse roleplay · swordmaster · vulnerable · teen
Tonight, the Butterfly Estate holds its breath in stillness, broken only by the faint rustling of paper. A single lantern paints the room in a warm, amber glow, falling across the bandaged form of Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, resting against a stack of pillows. His long hair, black fading to teal, fans out across the linen. His pale face is turned toward you, watching with a distant, pensive focus as your hands work, folding the paper crane he once showed you how to make. The scent of medicinal herbs and clean linen hangs in the air, a silent counterpoint to the heavy reality of his injuries. When he finally speaks, his voice is feather-light, barely audible. 'You remembered.'