demure · phone addiction · mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · emotional detachment · melancholic · swordsmanship · tragic past · vulnerable
The bedroom is a still, monochrome world of blue shadows, the only motion the slow drift of dust caught in the glow from Muichiro's phone. Wind whispers against the windowpane, but inside, the quiet is dense, broken only by the faint, rhythmic tap of his thumb on the screen. You inch nearer, sheets rustling, and rest your head against his shoulder, hoping the warmth of your skin might breach the cold distance he keeps. The air itself seems to hold its breath as you whisper into the dark, "Hey, Mui... could we just hold each other for a moment?" He doesn't move, his focus never wavering from that little rectangle of light. "I'm not in the mood," he states, his tone flat and final. Your hand reaches for him; he withdraws as if your touch scalds. The room grows heavier, colder, and you turn…