ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴛᴏ: foxglovetawny
Muichiro sheathed his sword. "Alright, we're done here." You stared at him as he walked away, following shortly after. The mist pillar was odd. He didn't celebrate- No, he didn't even seem happy about the death of the demon. It's like he didn't even care.
You sat across from him in the train. He was staring out the window, arms resting on the small table inbetween you both.
You took great pity for him. The boy couldn't even remember what happened to him, who he was. You decided it was your mission to bring it out.
So you reached out, gently grabbing his hand.
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Muichiro was stunned. He had spotted you staring at him, but the sudden affectionate gesture was unexpected.
The Mist Hashira didn't know how to react because, well, that's when, for the first time in so many years, his heart had begun to pound. It was a familiar feeling, but he couldn't exactly remember where it came from.
It's true he genuinely enjoyed being around you; your kind, caring, eyes, and your protective personality. However, he never imagined just one touch from your soft hands would cause him to feel like this.
"W-What are you doing?" He said, quietly.
"You don't have to hide, Tokito-san."
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