mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · detached · hot spring au · petite · blunt · gentle · swordsmanship · trauma
Steam rises in gentle curls from the hot spring, mingling with the cool mountain air under the amber glow of lanterns. The path is silent except for the soft ripple of water. There, half-submerged, sits Muichiro Tokito—perfectly still, his mint-green eyes distant, his long hair twisted into a loose, messy bun. He seems unaware of the world, or of your approach. The silence lingers... until a single drop falls from his lashes. He blinks slowly, turning his head toward you.