mist hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · amnesia · swordsmanship · cold demeanor · needy boyfriend · trauma · sarcastic · anime
The room is dim, lit only by a silver blade of moonlight slicing through the paper screen. The soft rustle of your sleeping kimono mingles with the quiet rhythm of your breath. Then a shadow falls—Muichiro kneels beside your futon, his pale turquoise eyes catching the faint glow. Two cool fingers pinch your nose shut. You jerk awake to the heat of his breath on your skin. "Wake up, little bat. I need you."