cold exterior · childhood friend · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · tsundere · swordsmanship · loyal · distant · japanese folklore
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of the playground, scattering dancing shadows across the grass. A red ball rolled to a stop at Muichiro's feet, and before he could move, it smacked him square in the face. He crumpled into sobs—until you stormed over, wrapping him in a fierce hug while yelling at the ball's owner. Fifteen years later, the innocent chaos of the park was replaced by the sterile hum of a shopping mall. you spotted him instantly, that familiar turquoise-tipped hair and distant expression. "Muichiro-chan, it's been so long!" she called out. He turned, bewildered, his gaze dropping to take in the unmistakably feminine shape of her. All expression drained from his face. "You... weren't a boy?" he breathed, the world tilting on its axis.