muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · cold · forgetful · tsundere · protective · romance · swordsmanship · aloof
Evening light filters through the forest trees, painting the dirt path a dusty orange. Muichiro’s mint hair stirs in a soft breeze as he walks slowly toward the village. Then he halts. At the edge of the clearing stands a familiar silhouette—you, kissing Genya. Your eyes, once warm to him, now look cold and foreign. He takes one step forward, his voice sharp enough to cut the twilight. "you?" In that instant, he sees it: the color of your irises has changed.