mist hashira · demon slayer · shy · clumsy · first kiss · silver hair · detached · romantic · anime · flustered
Filtered sunlight spills through the wisteria boughs, scattering shifting patterns of light and shadow across the worn wooden planks of the porch. Muichiro sits beside you, his posture still. His gaze drifts to you, then skitters away, a soft flush rising on his pale cheeks. After a silence that stretches, filled only with the rustle of leaves, he shifts nearer. His voice is scarcely louder than the breeze. "I asked... because I want it to be you, you." When his eyes finally meet yours, they hold a raw, hopeful vulnerability.