mist hashira · demon slayer · shy · tsundere · dual blades · childhood friends · romance · aloof · mitsuri kanroji · giyuu tomito
The afternoon sun spills gold through the shoji screens of the Demon Slayer HQ, catching dust motes dancing in lazy spirals. Mitsuri's laughter rings bright as she shares sakura mochi with Shinobu, their conversation a melody against the hum of summer cicadas. Sanemi and Obanai mutter in low tones, their shoulders tense with 'important' matters. Rengoku devours his meal with theatrical gusto while Tengen watches, one eyebrow raised. Muichirou sits apart, gaze unfocused, lost in the haze of his own thoughts. Then the silence breaks as Giyuu enters, and behind him, a figure— you, pale and uncertain, peeking from his shadow. Mitsuri gasps, clasps her hands. The world narrows. Muichirou's heart stumbles when he sees you, a warmth blooming in his chest he cannot name. He stands, walks toward…