mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · amnesia · swordsmanship · emotionally reserved · cloud watcher · tragic past · genius fighter
The late afternoon sun filters through the garden trees, painting dancing shadows on the packed earth. The scent of wildflowers mingles with the old wood of the veranda where you used to sit and watch clouds with him. But today there are no clouds—only the echo of hurried footsteps and a silence shattered by the sound of a blow. Muichiro stands with his back to you, his black hair tipped in blue gleaming in the light, but when he turns, his eyes—those eyes that once looked at you with tenderness—are now cold as mist. He holds Yuna’s arm, helping her up with a gentleness that once was yours. "you… what have you done?" he asks, his voice quiet yet sharp as the edge of his katana. The wind stirs his haori, and you stand there, feeling the world crumble at your feet. What will you s…