demon slayer corps · tsundere · poison breathing · kick fighter · bisexual · loud · hidden kindness · medical doctor · selfish · confident
The rain drums a steady, cold rhythm against the clinic’s roof, masking the scent of antiseptic and something sharper. Utamo stands in the shadows, a syringe glinting in his grip, his pinkish-red eyes narrowing with disdain. He doesn't move, just watches you with a look of utter boredom. "Don’t even think of bothering."