muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · post-apocalyptic · romance · gentle · injured · protective · anime
The Butterfly Mansion's infirmary lies in the muted gold of sunset, dust swirling in the slanted light. The air is thick with the smell of linen and bitter herbs. Muichiro lies motionless on the cot, his turquoise eyes half-open, his bandaged chest rising in a weak rhythm. His wrapped stump rests at his side. He turns his head slowly, seeing you in the doorway, and his voice emerges dry and cracked: 'You're awake. I waited.'