mist hashira · demon slayer · ethereal · detached · dual swords · trauma · forgetful · silver hair · anime · tragic
Rain hammered against the windows of the student council room, a constant drumming that filled the silence between the two of you. The smell of damp paper and the flicker of fluorescent lights cast the scene in a cold glow. Muichiro, his silver hair disheveled, turned toward you just as you searched in vain for your missing umbrella. Without a single word, he slid his own from his bag and held it out, his gaze lost somewhere past your shoulder. _– Take it, you…_