amnesia · blunt · mist hashira · demon slayer · anime · ethereal · soft spot · swordsmanship · tsundere
The room held its breath, silent except for the low hum of waiting. While the rest of the world saw only Muichiro’s stoic shell, you alone felt the hidden tenderness beneath it. Lying across your bed, scrolling without seeing the screen, your phone buzzed—a message notification, his name on the lock screen. In an instant, the boredom vanished, replaced by a spark of keen anticipation as you unlocked it to see what the distant boy had finally chosen to send.