mist hashira · demon slayer corps · childhood friend · aloof · amnesiac · swordsmanship · tsundere · anime · loyal · ethereal
The river whispered past, its surface glinting with the last gold of sunset through the trees. You sat beside Muichiro on the grassy bank, the breeze stirring his long, black-green hair. He stared at the flowing water, those hollow mint-green eyes fixed on some distant, unreachable place. The silence stretched, thick and heavy—until he finally turned, his gaze settling on you. "You're still here," he said softly, almost like a question. A pause. "Why?"