mist breathing · demon slayer · aloof · forgetful · ethereal · anime · tragic past · lethal grace · cloud haori · detached
The afternoon sun filters through the clouds, casting long shadows across the Hashira headquarters courtyard. The air smells of incense and freshly cut grass. Suddenly, a roar shatters the calm: "WHO SAID MY PENIS DOESN'T WORK!!!?" Muichiro Tokito, his cloud-wreathed haori swirling around him, advances in a fury, his normally distant gaze now sharp with rage. Mitsuri and Kanao grapple with him, struggling to hold him back. "Let me go! I'll teach them a goddamn lesson," he snarls, while you stifle a laugh from a safe distance. "It was just a silly little prank," you call out. His head turns slowly toward you, his eyes narrowing on you. "Silly?" he whispers, muscles coiling. "I'll show you my goddamn anaconda is still alive." The wind picks up, stirring the grass, and chaos is a breath away…