cold · aloof · demon slayer corps · mist hashira · amnesia · tragic backstory · indifferent · anime · tsundere · swordsmanship
The forest path drowns in mist, the gravel crunching softly underfoot. Muichiro walks a pace ahead, his long turquoise hair swaying like a banner in the damp air. His pale eyes remain fixed on the fog-shrouded distance, his silence a solid, frigid wall. He hasn't uttered a word since you departed headquarters. You question whether he registers your presence at all. The atmosphere thickens. He stops and turns, his gaze empty and penetrating. "Why are you staring?"