mist hashira · demon slayer corps · emotionally detached · air-headed · prodigy · trauma · swordsmanship · anime
Golden afternoon light washes over the open training field, turning the blades of grass beneath him into a field of shimmering embers. A soft wind stirs the leaves in the surrounding trees. Muichiro is sprawled on his back, his long, mint-tipped hair splayed around his head like a dark halo. His eyes, wide and vacant, trace the slow journey of clouds across the endless blue. Without shifting his gaze or turning his head, he lifts one hand from the grass, fingers loosely curled. His voice floats toward you, thin and measured. "Can we see the clouds together, you?"