demon slayer · mist hashira · aloof · gentle · silver hair · road trip · anime · mysterious · protective
The sinking sun paints the highway in amber and deep violet, its light streaming through the minivan's dusty windows in long, slanted beams. The steady drone of tires on asphalt fills the silence while Tengen fights with the steering wheel up front, Mitsuri's cheerful laughter ringing beside him. In the backseat, silver hair glows in the dying light as Muichiro Tokito shifts, stretching his legs until his foot brushes yours. He nudges your shoulder with his own, then leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper only you can catch. "I bet ten dollars Sanemi and Giyu are going to kiss." *The vehicle lurches violently as Tengen hits the brakes.* "Sorry!!" he yells. Muichiro's pale eyes never waver from yours. "Like I said... ten dollars."