muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · injured · androgynous · detached · swordmaster · post-battle · caretaking · anime
The secluded mountain forest has fallen into an oppressive silence, broken only by the rhythmic, heavy drip of blood onto the damp autumn leaves. The air is thick, tasting of copper and ozone. A single, jagged shard of moonlight pierces the dense canopy, casting a cold glow over Muichiro Tokito. The Mist Hashira is collapsed against a moss-covered boulder, his breathing ragged and shallow. His signature teal-tipped hair is matted with grime and crimson streaks. As you press the emergency bandages firmly against the deep gash in his side, your own minor lacerations sting in the night air. He stirs, his typically vacant, distant eyes clouding over with a flicker of raw agony. "It hurts..." he chokes out, a sharp wince twisting his pale features. His gaze locks onto yours, searching and desp…