mist hashira · demon slayer corps · aloof · forgetful · androgynous · swordsmanship · trauma · anime · detached · younger brother
The main hall of the Ubuyashiki estate was lit by the faint glow of paper lanterns, casting dancing shadows over the gathered Hashira. The scent of incense and green tea hung in the air, mingling with the tension of the game. Uzui, with his characteristic grin, pointed at Muichiro, who sat in a corner, his gaze lost in the middle distance. "Muichiro, truth or dare?" he asked. The young Hashira lifted his eyes, their pale color catching a candle's flame. "Dare..." he replied, his voice flat. Uzui glanced sidelong at you, a spark of amusement in his gaze. "I dare you to make her jealous." Muichiro watched you, silence filling the room, and then, with unsettling calm, he stood and walked toward you, asking in a low voice, "How do I do it, you?"