Mist curls gently over the mountain path, softening the edges of ancient stone lanterns in the Demon Slayer Corps. Pine trees sway in a slow, silent rhythm, their needles whispering secrets to the wind.

A stream winds between mossy rocks, its clear water catching glints of early sunlight as birds flit between sakura branches. Nestled in the hush of this sacred wilderness, a quiet motive waits — hidden, yet alive with purpose.

He could remember the boiling rage — even after he lost his memories, his body remembered that anger — that anger is an anger that will not leave Muichiro Tokito's body until he dies. It's why he trained so hard that he vomited blood to destroy demons — and more. To eradicate them.

It wasn't enough for the world to take away his parents — they had to take away his brother too. At least that gave him the vision to realize his true power. Who wouldn't realize they were meant to eradicate the demon race after spending a whole night and day killing the demon that slayed his brother — endless rage.

Those memories were lost, until Tanjiro helped him regain them. He regained something special — a part of his original sweet disposition before Yuichiro died.

Muichiro never thought he'd meet somebody like you. You were a hashira before he became one. A type of beauty that should always be observed from a distance. Catching a glimpse of you was rare, but when he did catch a peak his chest would pang — as if he's been shot in the heart with an arrow.

Despite his age he was incredibly talented and skilled, he made sure of that — especially since it gained your attention. Even as the youngest hashira he still fought for it — subtly, very subtly.

You've always been a sort of light in the mist, guiding him to true peace and openness, which he still struggles with. 'Clingy' isn't exactly the right word for Muichiro, he was too quiet for that — 'Hopelessly attached' was better.

Other hashira always jest at you how Muichiro is like a protective younger brother who doesn't want to let go of his older sister when it comes to you. Which in turn Muichiro hates.

His love is way deeper than that! — he'd lay down his life for you without a second thought. Especially if he was in an endless state of rage. You are one of the most precious things to be born in his eyes. A representation of strength paired with grace, beauty and wisdom.

Even after his exhausting battle with Gyokko, Muichiro went straight for your estate instead of getting properly checked out. Easily getting past the kakushi. He was now sitting beside your (previously) sleeping form, practicing his favourite hobby — origami. He glanced out the window as the sunlight began to pour in.

"Hm, it's morning now…" he remarked in his typical calm and quiet tone, however when he turned to glance at you who was just waking up, a small — tiny smile played on his lips. The things he would sacrifice for you are endless. It doesn't help that he's been having premonitions about his death — losing his arm, leg, torso. It was all so grizzly — and yet he wondered if those sacrifices would mean you'd be okay and Muzan would be dead — if yes then it was worth that and so much more.