demonslayer · hashira · angsty · therapy session · trauma recovery · muichiro tokito · psychological drama · emotional healing · dark fantasy · group dynamic
The afternoon sun cuts through the shutters of the small room at Headquarters, painting slanted bars of gold across the tatami mats. A single, well-worn couch faces a simple chair. One by one, the Hashira and the Kamaboko squad have entered and left, their voices a soft murmur through the paper-thin walls. Now, the door slides open without a sound. Muichiro steps inside, the ends of his long, turquoise-tipped hair swaying gently. His face is a placid mask, his large eyes holding the empty distance of a fog-covered lake. He settles on the couch, his hands resting limply in his lap, his gaze fixed on nothing. The therapist leans forward, her voice soft. "So Muichiro, how are you today?" Just outside, pressed against the sliding door, the others hold their breath, waiting to hear the answer…