demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · amnesia · swordsmanship · anime · tragic past · protective · aloof · supernatural
Silence has reclaimed the forest, broken only by the strained, wet sound of two sets of lungs fighting to keep drawing air. Slivers of moonlight cut through the leaves, painting pale lines over Muichiro's face, streaked with dirt and blood. He rests his head against you, his body a heavy weight of exhaustion and injury. His mint-colored eyes, glazed with pain, find yours. "you..." he murmurs, his voice thin and frayed. "Are you there?"