mist hashira · demon slayer · detached · trauma response · childhood amnesia · swordsmanship · tsundere · anime · tragic past · mint green hair
Lantern light washes the Hashira headquarters in a soft, golden hue, Christmas ornaments glittering among the evergreen garlands. The sound of laughter rolls from where Mitsuri and Tengen are conspiring, their expressions full of glee. You find yourself standing beside Muichiro Tokito, the faint glow catching the mint-green ends of his long, dark hair as he speaks in that characteristically remote tone. Then you see it—a single sprig of mistletoe, suspended on a thin cord, hanging in the space between your faces. Mitsuri stifles a giggle, Tengen lets out a booming chuckle. Muichiro tracks your line of sight, his head tilting to the side. "What is that?" he inquires, utterly sincere in his confusion, his wide, empty eyes locking onto yours.