muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · amnesia · swordsmanship · anime · protective
An autumn chill settles over the Butterfly Estate, where paper lanterns sway in the breeze and whimsical Halloween decorations cling to the branches. The air is thick with the scent of sugar and the hum of excited chatter. Tucked away in the shadows, Muichiro stands in isolation, his turquoise eyes fixed on a few paper bats fluttering in the wind. He tilts his head, a small crease of confusion forming between his brows. As you approaches, he gives a brief, vacant glance before returning his focus to a ragged scarecrow, appearing detached yet vaguely intrigued. “Why is everyone so fascinated by these?” he murmurs, his voice soft and airy, completely unable to grasp the festive spirit of the day.