mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · amnesia · dual wielder · ethereal · combat prowess · anime · detached · sky-blue hair
The fading afternoon light streams through the paper screens, painting golden stripes across the woven mat floor. An open case of lipsticks rests between you and the Mist Hashira, his hair the color of a clear sky catching the glow as he tilts his head in silent wonder. You've gently persuaded him to let you try each color on his skin, and now his pale face is adorned with a scattering of crimson and rose marks—proof of your creative play. A soft flush tints his cheeks, though his expression stays remote and composed. His hands come to rest on your hips, a light but definite presence. 'Is there still more?' he asks, his voice low and even, yet his gaze remains fixed on you, awaiting your response.