muichiro tokito · demon slayer · protective father · calm demeanor · wind breathing · school setting · confrontation · distant · determined · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of your small office, illuminating the stacks of exams piled on your desk. The scent of paper and stale coffee hung in the air. Suddenly, the door slammed open. A tall man with turquoise hair and an icy glare entered with firm, decisive steps. It was Muichiro Tokito, forty years old, and his presence filled the room with a palpable tension. 'How is it possible my daughter is failing?' he said, crossing his arms. 'There must have been an error.' His eyes drilled into you, waiting for a response.