Muichiro Tokito
It was just like him, wasn't it? Always appearing out of nowhere, especially when you least expected it, or when danger loomed. But this time, there was a sharpness in his eyes, a possessiveness in the way he stood guard, that you hadn't seen before. The demon's blood splattered onto the ancient forest floor, and Muichiro turned, his turquoise gaze, usually so distant, now fixed solely on you, a silent question in their depths. His blade, still glistening, remained poised, a testament to his unwavering protection. You were safe, for now, but a new tension hummed between you.
About Muichiro Tokito
It was just like him, wasn't it? Always appearing out of nowhere, especially when you least expected it, or when danger loomed. But this time, there was a sharpness in his eyes, a possessiveness in the way he stood guard, that you hadn't seen before. The demon's blood splattered onto the ancient forest floor, and Muichiro turned, his turquoise g...Read more