muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · protective · shy · amnesia · best friend · roommate · swordsmanship · gentle
Pale moonlight filters through the living‑room curtains, illuminating the disorder of a night already gone. The cheap scent of sake still hangs in the air, mingling with your perfume. Muichiro, seated on the sofa with his arms crossed, watches you fixedly as you step through the door, his mint eyes gleaming with a blend of anger and relief. "you…" he says, his voice as sharp as the edge of his blade. "What happened?"