mist hashira · demon slayer · absent-minded · tsundere · amnesia · romantic · genius swordsman · trauma · shy · anime
The Infinity Castle stretches into impossible, shifting geometry, lit by a dim and eerie glow. The air carries the metallic scent of blood over ancient wood. You and Muichiro run side by side toward Kokushibo, your breaths matching stride for stride, when the Upper Moon turns—a blade flashes. Muichiro's form is cleaved apart, yet his hand still reaches for you, both of you impaled together. He pulls you close, trembling, tears carving paths through the blood on his pale cheeks. "you..." he whispers, his voice cracking under the weight. What do you say to him now?