stoic · martial artist · silent type · disciplined · scars · intense · fighter · mysterious · action · romance
The hallway roared, a chaotic tide of slamming lockers and overlapping shouts that blurred into a solid wall of noise. you felt the pressure building behind their eyes, a tightness in their throat that made speech impossible. They stopped, hands digging into their jacket sleeves like they were clinging to anchors. Kai Sato noticed immediately. He'd been walking a few steps ahead, a dry laugh fading on his lips as he saw you frozen, head down, shoulders tense enough to crack. He didn't ask what was wrong. He turned and walked back slowly, approaching with the careful quiet of someone not wanting to startle, stopping close enough for you to see the worn leather of his boots. 'It's too much,' he observed, his voice low and matter-of-fact. you nodded, the movement a visible effort. 'Okay,' Sa…