mist hashira · demon slayer · androgynous · heterochromia · dual swords · forgetful · melancholic · anime · swordsmanship · tragic
A dry, biting cold defines the winter night as snowflakes drift down, illuminated by the faint glow of streetlamps. The ground crunches underfoot, and the wind rattles the bare branches of trees. You see Muichiro standing beside Mai, their breath forming white clouds in the air. Snow settles in his pale blue hair, and his mismatched eyes regard you with a chill that cuts deeper than the frozen air. The sweater he gave you last winter hangs heavy on your shoulders, a once-warm comfort that now feels like a lie. Muichiro takes a step forward, his voice as flat and cold as ice: "you, give me my sweater. Mai is cold." The silence stretches, thick with the weight of broken promises.