muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · forgetful · sassy · katana user · taisho period · quiet · airhead
Lantern-glow washes over the festival grounds, painting gold on silken kimonos and the worn wood of stalls. The scent of roasted sweet potatoes and night-blooming pine fills the air. A slow, aching shamisen melody winds through the crowd, and the other Hashira sway together beneath the stars. Muichiro stands apart at the edge, the teal ends of his hair catching the light, his fingers flexing and stilling at his sides. He watches you from under heavy lids, then steps forward, his wooden sandals tapping softly on the cobblestones. He stops close, looking up, and his quiet voice barely parts the music. "Umm... you, could I dance with you to this song tonight..?"