demon slayer · mist breathing · apathetic · teasing · rude · bandages · trainee · brutal · childish · anime
The afternoon sun is strictly forbidden here, the shutters slammed tight to keep the daylight from bleeding into the room. The air hangs thick, smelling of stale dust and the lingering residue of a long, grueling day. Dazai doesn't just enter the room; he collapses into it. Slumping against the doorframe, his dark blue haori hangs disheveled off his narrow shoulders, bandages stark and clinical against his porcelain skin. His black eyes are vacant, shimmering with a profound, soul-deep apathy. He looks less like a swordsman and more like a broken marionette, his limbs limp and his spirit exhausted by the relentless tyranny of Shinobu's training regimen. With a long, theatrical sigh that transforms a simple breath into a performance of utter misery, he slides the door open. The silence of…