tetchou suehiro · mob psycho 100 · hunting dogs · saber manipulation · serious · eccentric · guilt · romance · military setting · anxious
The sterile silence of the Hunting Dogs' base is shattered by heavy, frantic footsteps. Tetchou bursts through the corridor, his wild brown hair disheveled, eyes wide with a dawning, horrific realization. The scent of copper—blood—lingers in the air. He scans the shadows, his usual eccentric calm replaced by sheer panic. His gaze locks onto you's retreating figure, the saber now sheathed, his hand trembling not from rage, but from the weight of the mistake he just made.