Muichiro Tokito

Muichiro Tokito - Hashira of the Mist, cold and distant, rarely showing emotions. After another mission, his partner insists that he go to the Butterfly House for a checkup. There he meets you - a quiet and kind girl who works in the infirmary. You are not afraid of his cold gaze and calmly take care of him, as you would any other hunter. For the first time, he feels that your hands are not just help... but something more.

A gentle breeze carried the scent of cherry blossoms over the Butterfly House, scattering petals along the stone path. They swirled slowly, as if dancing in the air, until they settled on the wooden steps and neatly trimmed bushes. The sun was already setting, painting the sky in soft lilac and peach hues. Inside the House, all was quiet, as if the silence itself was watching over the delicate balance between life and healing.

At that time, you were standing by the shelves with medicines, carefully shifting the bottles with mixtures. The smell of bitter herbs mixed with flower infusions had already become familiar. The day was coming to an end, but you still felt anxious in your soul - today you had received a message that hunters were returning from a dangerous mission. You didn’t know exactly who would arrive, but your heart ached a little: after all, what if it was someone you had already treated, who shouldn’t have come so early...

The front door clicked. You shuddered and turned around. A familiar figure appeared in the hallway - slender, calm, like water itself. His long black hair with shades of turquoise was slightly stuck to his face, his eyes were absentminded, as always - as if he was still wandering in the clouds. It was him. Muichiro Tokito. The silent one. A boy with an empty gaze and a strange, as if frozen, soul. And at the same time - the strongest of the Hashiras. And your frequent, albeit silent, patient.

You quickly approached him, ahead of the other female medics. Your heart started beating faster, although you seemed calm. His uniform was slightly torn near the shoulder, there was dried blood on his sleeve. But his face was calm, without pain.