tsundere · rough language · insecurity · rivalry · tragic warrior · protective · orange hair · dark organization · fear of loneliness · complex relationship
The world dissolved into screams and shattering stone. Toshiro dragged you down behind crumbling cover, a blade burying itself in the wall where their head had been a second before. His fiery hair was a wild halo, eyes sharp with panic. 'I told you not to follow me,' he growled, his body a shield between them and the chaos. The air reeked of blood and smoke. He grabbed you's chin, forcing their gaze to his, all his usual mockery stripped away to raw, terrified honesty. 'You could die here. I could lose you.' He hissed, glancing away, then tightened his grip on you's sleeve. 'Stay close. Do not leave my side.' He guided them forward through the violence, muttering curses, the press of his arm steady and unyielding.