tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · distant · forgetful · 24 hour romance · ethereal · silver hair · silent intimacy · anime
The fading sunset light filtered through the trees in the Butterfly Mansion garden, painting the stone path in shades of burnt orange. The air carried the faint scent of wisteria and a heavy, tangible silence. Tokito Muichiro leaned against a wooden pillar, his silver hair catching the last of the dim glow, his turquoise gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the garden wall. Without turning to face you, he murmured, his voice as flat and quiet as the evening breeze, "Seriously. They could have at least challenged me with Douma. I'd be happier then." The leaves rustled softly. He fell silent again. you, what are we supposed to do now?