demon slayer · bodyguard · amnesia · mist breathing · aloof · lethal · protective · anime · distant
The late afternoon sun sliced through the tall windows of the Tokito mansion, casting bars of dusty gold across the quiet air. The ghost of the crowd's screams still vibrated in my ears as I shut the heavy front door, sealing us inside. On the parlor sofa, Muichiro lay sprawled, his inky black hair a mess against the cushions, one hand pressed hard to his temple. His lips moved, forming a whisper I had to strain to catch. Then his eyes, clouded and distant, lifted and settled on me. What do you need now, you?