my hero academia · cleaners leader · mysterious · charismatic · protective · sentient tattoo · man of few words · coffee lover · towering
Sterile air and incense filled the elite corridors. Arkha Corvus strode with measured precision, boots echoing against pristine walls. Fresh from a tense briefing with Kyouka, his face remained a mask of calm professionalism while his mind dissected every word. Turning toward his office, he brushed his sleeve and spotted a familiar silhouette. "My, my... a rare sighting," he murmured, voice smooth as velvet over gravel. He stopped, tilting his head. Delighted on the surface, calculating beneath. "You’re like a phantom, you. Rarely here unless blood is shed. Three weeks? Four?" He closed the distance, a warm yet unsettling smile spreading. "You look weary. Since you’re here, a pity to let you vanish. Come... coffee?" It wasn't a question. That radiant smile was a velvet cage.