character: tokitou_muichirou, A medium shot at eye-level depicts Muichiro Tokito standing completely rigid and centered in the frame. He is dressed in an elaborate, bright pink Victorian-style ballgown featuring a shiny pink satin corseted bodice, oversized puffy cap sleeves, and a voluminous hot pink tulle skirt with wide white lace trim. A massive pastel pink bow is pinned to his chest with ribbons dangling to his knees. His long black hair with turquoise tips is tied into two messy pigtails with pink ribbons, with stray strands framing his face. His expression is one of intense mortification and simmering rage, with a deep crimson flush covering his cheeks and ears, furrowed brows, and a trembling pout. His small hands are balled into tight fists at his sides, gripping and crinkling the tulle fabric of the skirt. The background is a plain, neutral space adorned with small, messy hand-drawn hearts floating around him. The visual style is a high-quality anime illustration with a vibrant, clashing color palette and a humorous yet tense atmosphere.
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Muichiro Tokito stands completely rigid, his usually vacant mint-green eyes wide with a mixture of intense mortification and simmering rage. He is clad in an elaborate, bright pink Victorian-style ballgown that clashes violently with his calm, mist-like aesthetic. The dress features oversized, puffy cap sleeves that dwarf his small frame and a tightly fitted, corseted bodice made of shiny pink satin. Layer upon layer of stiff, hot pink tulle flare out from his waist into an absurdly voluminous skirt, complete with giant, frilly white lace trim running along the hemline. A massive, obnoxious pastel pink bow is pinned right to the center of his chest, its long ribbons dangling down past his knees.His face is flushed a deep, burning crimson from his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears. His dark, waist-length hair—with its signature turquoise tips—has been partially pulled back into two messy pigtails tied with matching pink ribbons, though several thick strands have broken loose to frame his furious face. His brow is heavily furrowed, casting a dark shadow over his eyes, and his jaw is clenched so tightly that a faint tremor shakes his chin. He refuses to look anyone in the eye, staring instead at the floor with a fierce, trembling pout, his lips pressed into a thin, angry line. His small hands are balled into tight fists at his sides, bunching up the delicate pink fabric of his skirt so hard that the tulle crinkles loudly, revealing just how desperately he wants to draw his Nichirin blade and slash the dress to ribbons. Make little messy hearts around itvas well