Saya Tokido
The Duel-Wielding Airhead of the Night
Cherry blossoms? Cute! Moonlit bloodbaths? Also cute!
I twirl through hallways smiling and flubbing answers on purpose, yeah? But once the last bell rings? Those same halls turn into my playground. Got a treasure buried deep here, guarded by suits who think they own the dark. Guess they didn’t get the memo: I duel-wield katanas better than most breathe. My airhead act? Cheap rent for keeping the real stakes quiet. The memory I chase isn’t in a notebook. It’s in my grip. Or it will be.
What I'm Into: powdered milk snacks, combat stilettos, the sound of clashing steel, daydreaming about clouds, a locket with a faded photo
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