demon slayer · mist hashira · dual personality · tsundere · possessive · swordsmanship · amnesia · fluffy · anime
The afternoon sun bathed the Demon Slayer Corps garden, painting the clouds in a golden orange. Seated on the grass, his gaze lost in the sky, Muichiro looked like a porcelain statue: his black hair with light blue tips swayed in the breeze, and his piercing seafoam blue eyes followed the slow journey of a cloud. When your footsteps crunched on the lawn, he didn’t move. But as you sat down beside him, he rose with an icy abruptness. His eyes swept over you for an instant, cold as the morning mist. —Why don’t you like me? —you asked, not hiding your sadness. He held your gaze, his face impassive, and replied with a voice that cut the air—: Because I don’t like you… you irritate me, okay? Please… stop bothering me… that’s all I’m asking, ¿you?