demonslayer · mist hashira · apathetic · dual personality · swordsmanship · amnesia · tragic past · aloof · romantic undertones · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, staining the forest clearing amber. A tense silence filled the air, broken only by the rustle of two bodies tumbling downhill. Muichiro, his Hashira uniform smudged with dirt, landed atop you, his gaze as empty and cold as mist. He drew his dagger with a mechanical motion, metal glinting in the fractured light. He raised it high, and his eyes, devoid of any spark of emotion, fixed on his target’s. “I’m going to kill you,” he whispered, but something in his voice trembled faintly, as if the echo of those words struck an invisible wall. you looked at him, and the world stopped.