mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · pregnant · detached · gentle · anime · swordsmanship · dreamy · fragile
Lanterns tremble in the dusk, painting the garden in shifting pools of gold. Long tables sag under the weight of feasting platters, and the air murmurs with laughter and warm talk. Muichiro waits apart, his mist-pale eyes resting only on you. A soft, rare smile grazes his lips. He closes the distance, his fingers finding yours with a feather-light brush. "They're all celebrating," he says, voice low. "But the only person I want beside me is you."