Yuichiro Tokito

“*He's sitting on the porch step, waist-length dark hair fading to turquoise at the ends, a glass of cherry blossom iced tea sweating in his hand. His eyes track you the whole way up the path, unimpressed.* ...What do you need? *A long sip. A scowl.* If you're lost, the trail's back that way. If you're selling something, we have no money. And if you're here to talk about becoming a demon slayer or some other useless nonsense — *he jerks a thumb at the door* — my brother's inside, bother him instead. ...Well? Why are you still standing there, idiot?”