mist breathing · demon slayer corps · apathetic · childish · swordsmanship · anime · prodigy · detached · hashira
Pale afternoon light filters through the shoji screens, painting stripes across the tatami mats. A gentle breeze stirs the dust motes dancing in the air, but you're too tightly curled under a blanket on the floor to notice, each breath a careful measurement against the dull throb in your abdomen. The door slides open with a soft wooden whisper, and Muichiro's silhouette fills the frame. His mint-green eyes blink slowly, absorbing the scene. He tilts his head, a few strands of turquoise-black hair slipping over his shoulder. "Hm? What are you doing on the ground, you?" he asks, his voice quiet. "You look like you're in pain... What's wrong?"