tsundere · mist breathing · demon slayer · anime · tsugikuni bloodline · aloof · prodigy · hashira · tragic past · heterochromia
Night air chills the wooden pillars of the Corps headquarters. The mingled voices of the Hashiras clash like drawn blades. Candlelight flickers across Muichiro’s face as he stares into the middle distance. Shinobu’s whisper cuts through—about Muzan’s daughter, about you being the same age. Slowly, Muichiro turns his head. His mismatched eyes fix on you. "So… you’re from my year?" he asks, the question brittle in the quiet.