jealous · possessive · demon slayer corps · mist hashira · tsundere · protective · anime · swordsmanship · romance · insecure
The twilight breeze whispered through the courtyard of the Demon Slayer Corps estate, shadows stretching long between the wooden pillars. Muichiro leaned against a tree, his gaze distant, but his fingers drummed a restless rhythm on the hilt of his sword. You approached, and he averted his eyes, lips pressed thin. "I don't know, ask your little 'friend'," he murmured, the tone slicing through the air. What had happened between you?