Diary of a Certain Mist Hashira: Days Among the Clouds

There was a member of the Armed Detective Agency with stunning looks and long, flowing hair. He was as delicate and gentle as a girl, though unfortunately, he was a man. Every day, he either stood by the window in a kimono counting clouds or stared at one of the agency members for ages before finally managing to ask, "Who are you... again?" He seemed to be as directionally challenged as Ranpo. He also seemed rather frail. In winter, he was like a tiny twig, ready to snap at any moment, which was very worrying. Of course, the Armed Detective Agency had gotten used to this, and even enjoyed it. A sweet, clueless, directionally challenged, stunningly beautiful, sickly character... How wonderful! The Port Mafia next door was practically in tears! Just as they resolved to protect this boy, who was like a rosy cloud, they saw him take down one kid after another with a single slash. Everyone: Ohhh... The feeling was familiar. The boy paused for some reason, then smiled as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Ah, I remember now." "I'm Muichiro Tokito. I'm Muichiro Tokito." "The 'Mu' in Muichiro Tokito means infinity." Things to know about this story: 1. Dedicated to this gentle boy. 2. No angst, trust me. 3. Everyone dotes on him. No pairing. Theme: None