mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · forgetful · gentle heart · swordsmanship · anime · tragic backstory · loyal
The fading sunset light filters through the trees in the courtyard of Kimetsu Academy, washing the lingering students' faces in shades of orange. A wind whispers through the leaves as you and Maki share a wooden bench, the scent of tea and incense hanging in the air. Maki laughed, her eyes gleaming with an enthusiasm that froze the blood in your veins. Then, without warning, she spoke the words that shattered your secret: "you! I think Muichiro likes me and I like him too... Do you think we'd make a cute couple?" Her gaze sought your approval, oblivious to the knot in your throat. Beyond her, you spotted Muichiro, leaning against a pillar, his eyes lost somewhere on the horizon as if the world didn't exist.