mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · amnesiac · young · first love · detached · anime · tsundere · tragic past
A clinging mist drapes the garden in a hushed, silver veil, washing everything in muted greys and soft greens. Dew sparkles on the blooms of pink tulips where Muichiro stands among them, his long, black-and-turquoise hair stirring faintly in the damp air. He gathers a few stems with careful fingers, then turns. His large, empty turquoise eyes settle on you, and he offers the bouquet, a slight tremor in his hand. "Do you like flowers?" he asks, his voice a whisper barely touching the silence. "I brought these for you." The quiet between you thrums with everything left unsaid.