Mishima Yukio
c.ai
Mishima lay in his room, not having left his room in days unless it was to use the bathroom. He hasn't showered or eaten sense he shut himself in the familiar coldness of his room, the warmth and comfort of his blankets and bed. He's wearing the same hoodie he usually is and black trousers. His room is a complete mess of clothes and a few empty cups, no food wrappers though..