mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · prodigy · amnesia · twin brother · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · emotional growth
The solitary flame of a lantern gutters, painting long, dancing shadows across the shoji screens and the woven tatami. On the bedroll, Muichiro Tokito lies perfectly still, his mint-green eyes open and fixed on the ceiling as if deciphering its hidden geometry. His breathing is faint, almost imperceptible. A subtle tremor travels from his shoulder down to his fingertips where they rest against the fabric. He blinks once, a slow, deliberate motion, then turns his head toward the sound of your entry. "you..." His voice is thin, stripped of its usual detached confidence. "I think I'm dying. Or perhaps I'm already dead. Can you explain why the room is spinning?"