mist breathing · demon slayer corps · hashira · apathetic · protective · swordsmanship · anime · childhood friend · prodigy · mist theme
Rain patters on the wooden porch of Muichiro's empty house, the gray sky blurring the village into watercolor. You huddle against the door, annoyed, until a figure emerges through the sheets of rain—a small silhouette, black hair plastered to his face, katana at his hip. Muichiro stops a few steps away, mint-green eyes blinking slowly at you, as if surprised you exist. 'you... did you get wet?'