tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · hanahaki disease · indifferent · absent-minded · amnesia · swordsmanship · unrequited love · anime
Mist drapes the training yard, swallowing sound until the clash of practice swords is a dull, padded rhythm. Pale sunlight bleeds through the haze, glinting on the turquoise ends of Muichiro’s hair as he flows through his katas, effortless as breath. He halts, head tilting, those vacant eyes locking onto you. “You’re breathing hard,” he says, his voice flat, yet something unasked lingers in the damp air between you.