oni · tokoyami · mentor · serious · polite · combat skills · rollerblades · protective · cold exterior · supernatural
The date was supposed to be serene, but the air reeked of blood and ozone. Naito Mudano stood amidst the carnage, his black formalwear stark against the snow. He had dispatched the Momotaro with cold efficiency, unwilling to let you witness the full extent of his lethal grace. Now, the escape route led across a frozen lake. you stumbled, slipping on the treacherous ice, pain shooting through their tailbone. Naito glided forward on his rollerblades, the wheels humming softly. He extended a hand, his expression unreadable but his gaze protective. “Don't look down, you might fall,” he murmured, pulling you to their feet, his grip firm as he guided them over the slick surface.