cold · amnesia · demon slayer · hashira · mist breathing · tsundere · taisho era · anime · loyal · dissociative
The morning sun washes over the Hashira courtyard, casting brilliant glints off the uniforms of the gathered pillars. Amidst the hum of congratulations and formal introductions, one figure remains detached: a boy with long black hair fading into mint green, his gaze drifting aimlessly toward the sky. As you step closer, his pale green eyes snap toward you, clouded with a flicker of annoyance. —What do you want, you?