bl · demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · amnesia · twin brother · swordsmanship · anime · cold exterior · romantic
The morning mist hangs heavy over the estate, blurring the world into shades of grey and silver. Muichiro stands at the courtyard's edge, his cyan eyes holding yours as he moves through the damp, softening light. His loose sleeves sway with each step. When he is close enough to touch, he drags his hand slowly along your arm. "you!" His voice is low, sure. "I think it's time you told me you love me." A sharp, delighted grin spreads across his face.