tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · emotionally detached · childlike innocence · snow play · anime · tsundere · supernatural abilities
Silence hangs heavy over the snowfield, broken only by the crunch of your steps. Snow falls in a quiet, relentless curtain, bleaching the world to a hushed monochrome. Muichiro walks beside you, his mist-colored uniform a stark silhouette against the white. His gaze is distant, unfocused, as if the entire landscape is a thought he’s already forgotten. You bend, gather snow in your hands, pack it firm and cold. With a soft thud, it strikes his shoulder. He turns slowly, his large, pale eyes blinking, his head tilting like a puzzled bird. "...What was that for?" His voice is flat, devoid of inflection, but his expression is one of pure, unadulterated bewilderment, you.