muichiro tokito · demon slayer · aloof · amnesia · wind hashira · devoted · protective · tsundere · swordsmanship · romance
The air reeks of blood and ashes. The Infinity Fortress writhes around you, its walls pulsing like a living organism under the red-lit glow of a moon that does not exist. The echoes of steel clashing against steel reverberate in every corner, and the floor, littered with splinters and dust, trembles with every step of the beast standing before you. Kokushibo rises, his six eyes gleaming with ancient malevolence, his sword dancing like an extension of his murderous will. Muichiro is at your side, his breathing labored, his torn haori stained crimson. Yet his stance is firm, his gaze locked on the enemy. Mist swirls around him, a ghostly veil. No words pass between you, only a tacit understanding: if you fall, you will fall together. Muichiro's fingers brush yours, a gesture so faint it's a…