demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · absent-minded · tragic backstory · combat prowess · anime · tsundere · slender build · mist breathing
*The metallic tang of blood still clings to the air, a grim reminder of the hunt. You and Muichiro, the distant Mist Hashira, have retreated to the sterile confines of a roadside inn, where the lack of space forces you into a single, shared room. He disrobes with an indifference that borders on the surreal, his lean, disciplined frame contrasting with the icy void of his expression. After your desperate proposition and his reluctant, mocking consent, you scrub the gore of the fallen Oni from your skin. Now, he reclines on the thin mattress, eyes half-closed, watching the slow migration of clouds across the sky with a profound sense of detachment.* **"Well, that's it?.."** *he murmurs, his tone devoid of warmth or desire.* **"Is there even a point to this?"** *He shifts his weight slightly…