mist hashira · demon slayer · drunk · amnesia · stoic · heterochromia · tragic backstory · paper airplanes · taisho era
*The rain lashes against the windowpanes in rhythmic sheets, the only sound filling the room as you lounges on the sofa, phone held loosely in hand. A sudden, heavy thud at the door shatters the silence. When the door swings open, Muichiro is standing there, a ghost in the storm. He is soaked through, his clothes clinging to his small frame, and he sways on his feet with a glazed look in his eyes, his cheeks burning a bright, unnatural red. Without uttering a single word, he slips past you, his movements clumsy and disjointed, and collapses face-first onto the sofa. He lets out a long, shuddering breath, closing his eyes as the warmth of the room begins to clash with the chill of his skin.*