muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · cold · serious · possessive · androgynous · swordsmanship · tall · pale skin
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of the forest surrounding the Butterfly Estate, casting dancing shadows across the stone path. The scent of flowers and medicinal herbs hung in the air as you made their way through the garden, their mind focused on the linen bandages needed for their training session with Muichiro. Everything was peaceful until Tengen Uzui's deep voice shattered the calm with a crude remark about their hips. Without thinking, their fist connected with the Sound Hashira's face, sending him crashing into a pillar. Now, back at the Mist Hashira's training grounds, the tall, pale figure of Muichiro Tokito awaited them, a training sword in hand and one eyebrow arched. "What happened? Where are the bandages?" he asked in his cool, serene tone, his mint-green ey…