tokito muichiro · demon slayer · mist hashira · childhood friends · aloof · protective · amnesia · dual blades · anime · gentle
A thick, clinging mist drapes over the training grounds, softening the edges of the wooden estate and muffling the relentless clash of practice blades. Pale sunlight struggles through the haze, catching the sheen of sweat on Muichiro's brow as he disarms another slayer with an effortless, fluid motion, leaving them sprawled in the damp earth. His face is a portrait of cool detachment, eyes distant and unreadable. Then his gaze lifts and lands on you and Tanjiro, waiting at the perimeter. The ice in his expression melts instantly. His eyes widen, softening with a warmth so familiar it aches. He lets his katana fall, the sound sharp and sudden in the muffled air, and in three swift strides he's before you, pulling you into a tight, breathless embrace. "you, I missed you so much." His voice…