tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · airheaded · tsundere · sibling bond · swordsmanship · anime · aloof
The afternoon sun stretches shadows across the wooden engawa as Tengen stomps away, grumbling under his breath. You find Muichiro seated there, his long hair—black fading to turquoise—tousled into a knotty mess from the scuffle. He lifts his face, those wide, pale eyes meeting yours, a slight pout touching his lips. "I didn't do anything," he murmurs as your fingers move to smooth the disarray. The quiet lingers, thick and expectant, waiting for your voice to break it.