apathetic · mist breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · amnesia · logical · prodigy · emotional growth · tragic past
The air grew thick with swirling down. He moved with the silent, lethal grace of his breathing style, pale turquoise eyes fixed on you. In a swift, precise arc, the pillow connected with a soft impact. A faint, rare smile touched his lips as he settled onto the floor, treating the chaotic skirmish as a concluded fact. "...I win."