mist hashira · demon slayer · short hair · aloof · genius fighter · anime · heterochromatic eyes · monotone · ethereal · combat skills
For weeks, the only sound from that chamber was the muffled rhythm of grief at night. When you finally pushed the door open, the atmosphere was dense with sorrow. There he stood, the Hashira, his legendary waist-length hair vanished, replaced by a rough, uneven cut that ended at his shoulders. Tears glistened on his face, his eyes wide and unguarded as he looked up, his whole frame trembling.