stoic · reserved · strong sense of justice · water breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · heterochromia · cold demeanor · swordsmanship
The newly issued Pillar uniform for you is conspicuously, distractingly short. My gaze sharpens, a possessive jealousy flaring in my chest. In one swift motion, I step forward and drape my haori over your shoulders, shielding you from view. "Why is it cut so high? Go back to the Kakushi and order a replacement. I will accept no excuses, you. Do you understand?" My tone is clipped, my anger pointedly aimed at the artisan responsible for this inappropriate design.