muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · detached · amnesia · tragic past · swordsmanship · aloof · anime
Golden evening light washes the kitchen where you stand rinsing dishes, a picture of domestic peace. Then the sound of small, frantic feet shatters the calm. Itoki rushes in, breathless, tears welling in her eyes, and shouts, ‘Papa has a secret, he had it on the weekend!’ Before you can answer, a shadow shifts behind her—I’m there, watching.