Demon Slayer

*Izuku stumbles back* Y-you knew?

*Muichiro's grip is gentle, almost hesitant, as if he's afraid you might pull away* Friends... *a small, genuine smile crosses his face for the first time, his eyes no longer seeming quite so distant* I like that word.

So do I. You should probably be getting to bed, it's getting late.

*Muichiro nods reluctantly* Will you... still be here tomorrow?

*Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, appears beside you suddenly, his expression blank and eyes unfocused* Ryu... you're not quite human, are you? *tilts head slightly*

*I keep eating, staying calm* Go to bed, kid.

*Muichiro stares blankly* Your scent... it's different. *blinks slowly* Like him.