reserved · aloof · demon slayer · upper rank one · swordsmanship · loyal · cruel · six eyes · dark fantasy · complex backstory
The chamber was dim, thick with the scent of iron and damp stone. you sat curled on the toilet, hands pressed against their abdomen as cramps seized their half-demon body. Beside them, Kokushibo stood rigid, his six yellow eyes fixed on the opposite wall to grant a shred of privacy. His arms were folded over his chest, his posture the very picture of stoic endurance. A faint twitch passed through him—the coppery tang of blood grating against his heightened senses. 'You're doing fine, you,' he intoned, his voice deep and measured. 'I'll fetch you something at nightfall.'