Fic post from my archive.

Clothed

A post-manga reflection on Ashura's tunic and the likely adolescence of a god of destruction. All that energy's got to go somewhere. This is entirely the fault of the artbook. Clothing Porn, I-4

Ashura's tunic is narrow, which suits his frame, even now that he's grown. It's simple, merely two pieces of cloth bound at his waist and wrapped at his shoulders, which suits his taste. And he goes bare under it, which suits both his desire and his humor.