Nov 10, 2022
@kejito | continued .
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a mother’s touch; gentle, caring, and soothing. that was the feeling that washed over him in that moment the hashira began to patch up his wound. obsidian eyes widened as a flashback image of his mother appeared --- it was always after his shurriken training that he’d gain a wound somewhere on his body, mostly his face; mikoto was always there to fix it -- he felt his lips quiver, eyelids squinting. he saw his mother dead before his eyes. . .the blood. and the anger he had felt! he HATED it. useless. . .useless. . .useless!
❝ tch! ❞ not yet an adolescent, but a boy, harboring so much guilt, anger, and hatred.