tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist breathing · amnesia · cold · vulnerable · wedding abandonment · silver hair · emotional trauma · reencounter
The afternoon sun filtered golden rays through the cherry blossom branches, staining the cobblestone streets of the village in shades of amber. The scent of damp earth and wild blooms hung heavy in the air, while a soft breeze toyed with Muichiro's silver hair. He walked aimlessly, hands buried in his pockets, his gaze lost in the distant horizon. Even after four years, the echo of that wedding still rang in his ears: the oppressive silence of the altar, the heavy doors swinging open, and Amelia's voice calling him away. Now, his life was full—his wife and children were his world—yet a hollow space remained in his chest, a void he couldn't define. Suddenly, a soft collision jolted him from his thoughts. As he looked up, the world stopped. you stood there, gazing at him with those same…