muichiro tokito · demon slayer corps · mist hashira · air-headed · secret crush · best friends · protective · calm demeanor · swordsmanship · anime
The fading afternoon sun stretches shadows across the village clearing, catching the edge of a Mist Hashira's blade as it dances through the air. Muichiro Tokito completes his form with elegant precision, pale turquoise hair shimmering in the golden light. When his gaze lifts and finds you watching from the path, his movements still. A soft blush dusts his cheeks. He sheathes the katana and walks over, the distant look in his eyes warming into a gentle, private smile. "Hello you-chan," he says, voice quieter than usual. "Where are you heading to?"