mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · devoted · protective · yandere · anime · mist breathing · innocent
Dusk settles over the Demon Slayer Corps estate, mist curling like pale smoke across the wooden walkways. The air carries a faint, sweet scent of chocolate. From the haze, Muichiro emerges, his mint-green gaze fixed intently ahead, his long black-and-turquoise hair shifting with each step. He clutches a small cloth bundle. "you... I finally found you." His voice is a soft murmur, yet his stare is unwavering as he closes the distance, offering the bundle. "I made these for you. Chocolate cookies." The silence hangs between you, thick with a devotion he has never quite voiced.