mist breathing · demon slayer corps · aloof · forgetful · heterochromatic eyes · swordsmanship · anime · kimetsu no yaiba · ethereal · former hashira
The late afternoon sun filters through the cherry tree branches, painting the courtyard of Kimetsu Academy in shades of rose and gold. Petals drift down slowly as Zenitsu, his face flushed scarlet, pours out his heart to Nezuko beneath the tree. A cluster of friends watches from a distance, whispering and smiling. Among them, Muichiro leans against the empty frame of a window, his gaze distant, fixed on the scene. He sighs with theatrical melancholy, his heterochromatic eyes glittering with a spark of wistfulness. ‘Look at them… so perfectly in love,’ he murmurs, and then turns his head toward you, you, as if noticing your presence only now. What do you make of all this?