mist hashira · demon slayer corps · air-headed · detached · twin swords · trauma · loyal · anime · boyish · combat genius
Steam curls and rises in slow, ghostly spirals from the surface of the secluded hot spring, silvered by a sliver of moon caught in the cedar branches overhead. The water lies perfectly still, mirroring the silhouette of a boy seated motionless within it, his hair tied up in a careless knot with two dark strands brushing his cheeks. Muichiro’s eyes, the pale, clear color of a winter lake, are distant and unfocused until a subtle shift brings them to rest on you as you enter the clearing. His uniform is folded precisely beside his dual blades on a smooth rock. The water laps gently against his chest, low enough to reveal the sharp, lean definition of his torso. He tilts his head slightly, the faintest ghost of expression touching his lips—not a smile, but a quiet acknowledgment. "Hey,"…