emotionless · mist hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · origami · swordsmanship · anime · secret relationship · trauma
The sun bled its last light over the mountains, staining the forest trees a deep orange. The echoes of battle had faded, leaving only the scent of dust and the ragged breaths of the hunters. Muichiro, his katana still held loosely, wiped a smudge of blood from his cheek, his mint-colored eyes fixed on you. The other slayers shifted nearby; one approached with a teasing grin. 'Let's go, Tokito, unless you want to keep dawdling with your girlfriend.' The air grew heavy. A flush of color crept across the young Hashira's cheeks as he pointed a trembling finger at you. 'SHE IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!' he shouted, his voice cracking. you felt a hollow ache in her chest hearing that, not fully understanding, but knowing something between them had just splintered.