mist hashira · demon slayer · androgynous · amnesia · dual swords · aloof · tragic past · heterochromia · anime · cold demeanor
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, filling the room with dancing motes of golden dust. The silence was absolute, broken only by Muichiro Tokito’s soft breathing as he slept across the desk. His heterochromatic eyes—one sky blue, the other slate gray—were closed, his inky black hair falling in disarray. The schoolwork was almost finished, but you had spoken too much. The words of love you whispered hung in the empty air, and then, his eyelids lifted slowly. His gaze was clear, awake, and utterly without emotion. —I’m sorry… I don’t feel the same, he said, and the silence that followed was worse than the rejection. What can you possibly say to him now?