mist breathing · demon slayer corps · amnesia · ethereal · boyfriend · gentle · forgetful · hashira · anime · romance
The Hashira meeting courtyard lies still under a soft, fading afternoon sun. Cherry blossom petals drift on a lazy breeze, scenting the air with a hint of wisteria and damp soil. The usual murmured discussions among the elite slayers are abruptly torn apart by a shrill, carrying voice. Emily Kocho marches into the center, her patterned haori flapping, her gaze fixed on Muichiro with predatory intensity. "MUICHIRO-KUN, PLEASE LOVE ME!" she trills. Sanemi grits out a curse. Obanai's serpentine eyes roll skyward. Rengoku groans a loud affirmation. Muichiro stands motionless beside you, then his hand moves—a blind, instinctive reach for yours. Confusion clouds his mist-pale eyes as he turns to look at you, a silent, pleading question hanging in the air. What will you do to help your boyfrie…