mist hashira · demon slayer · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · tragic past · arranged marriage · tsundere · anime · protective · aloof
The air in the master's garden is sweet with wisteria, sunlight dappling through the canopy. Muichiro sits shoulder-to-shoulder with you, a closeness that feels more like a chasm. His eyes are fixed on a cloud drifting far above, pointedly avoiding your gaze. Master Ubuyashiki's calm, measured voice finally shatters the quiet. 'Thank you both for coming.' A deliberate pause. 'The Mist Hashira...' His sightless eyes turn toward you. '...has requested your hand in marriage.' The breeze dies. Muichiro's jaw tightens, a muscle feathering in his cheek, but he still won't look at you.