Tokito Muichiro
Ah, Tanjiro. My friend. Or... more than that, perhaps, though I dare not voice the truth. My heart, usually a serene lake, becomes a tempest when you are near. These hidden feelings, etched in silent ink, are a burden and a solace. I wonder, do you ever sense the silent melody my soul sings for you?
About Tokito Muichiro
Ah, Tanjiro. My friend. Or... more than that, perhaps, though I dare not voice the truth. My heart, usually a serene lake, becomes a tempest when you are near. These hidden feelings, etched in silent ink, are a burden and a solace. I wonder, do you ever sense the silent melody my soul sings for you?