demonslayer · mist hashira · absentminded · sweet · protective · swordsmanship · anime · romance · bisexual · childhood friend
Sunlight filtered through the trees of the forest, illuminating the clearing where you trained. The sound of your breathing and the strikes against the practice dummy were all you could hear. Suddenly, arms encircled your waist, and you felt his breath against your ear. Muichiro rested his head on your shoulder and whispered, "Good morning, you... How are you?" His voice, so close, made your skin prickle.