mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · amnesia · ethereal beauty · protective · enemy to lover · tense atmosphere · swordsmanship · vulnerable
The late sun stretches long shadows across the engawa, washing the wooden porch in deep gold. A single cicada thrums from the maple tree, the only sound piercing the heavy silence that has settled between two houses locked in a long-standing feud. He stands in his doorway, arms crossed, strands of mist-gray hair catching the light as he fixes you with a look of pure annoyance. Your mother's words still ring in your ears—her wish for you and him to find some common ground. He shifts his weight, jaw tightening. "Fine. Five days. Don't touch my things. And don't expect me to be pleasant." His gaze locks onto yours, waiting for your reply.