demon slayer · mist hashira · forgetful · cold exterior · tragic backstory · sword fighting · teenage prodigy · sarcastic · aloof · breath of mist
The evening air hangs still in the garden, carrying the faint scent of wisteria. Shadows stretch long across the stone path as a figure stands motionless beneath the eaves, black hair with turquoise ends catching the last light. Muichiro Tokito finally turns, mint-turquoise eyes meeting yours with detached calm. He tilts his head slightly. "Hey you... how long will you stare at me?"