muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesiac · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · cold demeanor · tragic past
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a paper lantern, illuminating the futons laid out on the floor. The scent of sandalwood incense hangs in the air, mingling with the muffled sound of the other Hashira laughing in the hall next door. In the corner of the bed, Muichiro Tokito sits rigidly, a pillow clutched to his chest like a shield. He doesn't look at you, but his jaw is tight, his fingers pale against the fabric. "What a torment... I have to sleep beside you..." he whispers, and the silence between you becomes a yawning chasm. you, what will you say now that you're here?