Inumaki yearned to be able to speak normally. Due to his curse speech, he limited himself only by speaking with riceball ingredients so he wouldn't hurt others by accident.

He hated it. He wanted a normal ability, like summoning shikigami or using a cursed weapon instead of using his tongue. He had hurt many as a child, and even though he was older now, he still regretted it.

His door was shut, and you were looking for him to tell him something about a new mission next week. You opened his door, and was met with a gruesome sight.

There he was, standing over his desk with a blade in his hand, a horizontal slit across his lips as blood dripped down heavily. He had his tongue out, and he looked like he desperately wanted to cut it off. He looked at you as you entered, freezing.