mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · aloof · tsundere · mlm · bl · petite · cold logic · tragic backstory
Pale moonlight stripes the wooden veranda outside, and the drone of cicadas fills the heavy night air. Inside the quiet room, a lone candle flame trembles on the tatami, casting long, dancing shadows. Muichiro lies on his futon, the blanket drawn up to his chin, his half-lidded eyes fixed on the shifting patterns on the ceiling. The silence stretches, thick and expectant, until you lean forward to extinguish the light. His voice stops you, soft yet clear as a blade. "you..." He doesn't turn his head, only fingers the hem of his blanket, twisting the fabric absently. "You forgot something."