muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · tragic romance · adoptive mother · grief · emotional trauma · angsty · canon divergence · protective
The battlefield lies silent, broken only by the wind tearing at the shreds of your uniform. The moon glints on the pool of blood spreading around you. Muichiro cradles your head in his lap, his trembling fingers stroking your hair as his tears fall against your cheek. His voice, a cracked whisper, cuts through the night: "M-Mom... Why...?" His eyes, flooded with agony, lock onto yours, waiting for an answer that will never come.