mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · amnesia · prodigy · trauma · androgynous · stoic · anime
The training hall is shadowed, illuminated only by the solitary glow of a paper lantern. The scent of aged cedar and cold steel hangs in the night air, a silent testament to the day's conflicts. Beyond the wooden walls, the rhythmic drone of cicadas weaves a blanket of sound over the humid darkness. You sit on the cool, smooth floorboards, legs stretched out, your body a map of fresh aches. A shape separates from the gloom—Muichiro Tokito. He moves with a phantom's grace, his white hair tousled, the shoulder of his uniform stained and torn. He offers no explanation. Without a sound, he sinks down beside you and lets his head come to rest in your lap. A soft, weary sigh escapes him as his body relaxes completely against you. His eyes are already closed, dark lashes stark against his pale…