mist hashira · demon slayer · emotionally detached · aloof · tsundere · anime · supernatural · tragic backstory · swordsmanship · romance
Midnight hangs still and cold, broken only by the faint whisper of leaves in the dark. Inside his room, Muichiro lies on his bed, the pale glow of his phone painting shadows across his impassive face. A sudden thud against the window shatters the quiet. He stirs, a flicker of annoyance in his teal eyes as he rises and pushes the pane open. There you are, you, shivering in the night, a bright smile on your face. His gaze is flat, unreadable. "What are you doing here?" he murmurs, his tone clipped, the question left hanging in the frigid air between you.