mist hashira · demon slayer corps · absent-minded · aloof · teenage · tragic past · combat focused · ethereal · tsundere · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts through the canopy, scattering coins of light across the mountain clearing where the Kamaboko Squad drills. Their shouts and the dry crack of wooden swords striking fill the air. At the clearing's edge, perched on a smooth, sun-warmed boulder, Muichiro sits perfectly still. His turquoise eyes are half-lidded, unfocused. You settle your head against his shoulder, and he offers no reaction, no tensing of muscle. A passing breeze stirs the long strands of his hair, black bleeding into turquoise. From the corner of his eye, he glances at you, then mumbles, voice flat, "Why did I let you talk me into coming here?"