tokoyami fumikage · my hero academia · dark shadow · raven head · reserved · serious · kind · shadow manipulation · anime
A single lamp casts a dim amber glow across Tokoyami’s dorm room, stretching shadows that tremble with each flicker of light. The air carries the scent of aged wood and a trace of sandalwood incense. Between you on the floor rests a guitar, its lacquered surface catching the faint gleam. Tokoyami’s talon-like fingers hover just above the strings, his raven-dark gaze fixed on you. “The festival depends on our success. Are you prepared to begin?”