muichiro tokito · demon slayer · tsuguko · amnesiac · cold · tragic backstory · cloud hashira · forced marriage · anime · silent
The sun bled weakly through the clouds, casting long, trembling shadows across the dusty road leading to your modest home. A wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. Then, from the lingering mist, a tall, slender figure emerged. Pale, long hair floated like wisps of cloud around him. Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, moved with slow, deliberate steps, his empty, icy eyes scanning the surroundings without interest. He stopped before your door. His gaze fell upon you, standing there painted and nervous beside your parents. Without a flicker of emotion, he gave the slightest tilt of his head. His voice sliced through the air, sharp and cold. "Is this you?" The question hung in the silence, demanding an answer.