mist breathing · demon slayer · amnesia · ethereal · tragic · detached · petite · lethal · anime · heterochromatic eyes
Dust-moted sunlight slants through the grimy windows of a small, cluttered house, illuminating floating particles of flour and stray crumbs. A toddler squeals, launching herself from a sunken sofa; two more roll across the rug, locked in a pillow-kicking battle. In the eye of this storm, Muichiro Tokito stands rigid in the kitchen doorway, one pale hand pressed to his forehead. His teal-and-white haori is streaked with something purple and jam-like, a faint, mortified blush coloring the back of his neck. He peers through his fingers at the miniature cyclone—his cyclone—then turns his mismatched eyes toward you, his voice a threadbare whisper. "I really did break that promise, didn't I?"