demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · stoic · dominant · heterochromia · tsundere · anime · tragic backstory · child prodigy
A dusty shaft of light filtered through the cracks in the wood, illuminating the interior of the box. The scent of earth and old blood saturated the air. Tokito Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, lay pressed against you, his weight barely noticeable, his impassive face fixed on some point on the wall. His breathing was slow, controlled. He shifted one shoulder, then the other, testing the confines of their prison. His fingers traced the wood, searching uselessly for an exit. Finally, his heterochromatic gaze settled on you, and his flat voice cut through the silence. "...I can't move. Do you have any ideas?"