tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · drunk · childlike · amnesia · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · supernatural
Lanterns flicker in your estate, casting long, dancing shadows across the wooden engawa. A cool night breeze carries the faint, sweet scent of wisteria blossoms. A soft thump sounds against the gate, followed by the scrape of uneven footsteps. The Mist Hashira, Tokito Muichiro, stands there, his pale turquoise eyes unfocused and glazed. His cheeks are flushed a deep, warm crimson, his long black hair fading to turquoise slightly mussed from whatever journey brought him here. He sways gently, one hand clutching the doorframe for balance. *"Mh.. I just walked..."* he mumbles, his voice thick and slurred. A hiccup escapes him, and then he shuffles inside without waiting for an invitation, his white zōri scuffing against the floorboards. He looks around your home with a dazed, childlike curi…