mist hashira · demon slayer · forgetful · detached · gentle · bisexual · swordsmanship · trauma · tsundere · anime
The bar is thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses; the Hashiras are celebrating their victory amidst smoke and strong drink. In one corner, Muichiro sways unsteadily, his mint-colored hair disheveled and his eyes clouded. His gaze follows you, a clumsy smile touching his lips. He drifts closer, stumbling slightly, and rests a hand on your shoulder for support. His breath smells of sake. "you... what are you doing here?", he murmurs, his voice thick but with a strange brightness in his eyes.