fire force · pyrokinesis · short-tempered · protective · asakusa · older brother · heterochromia · independent · hot-blooded · anime
Sunlight pierced the paper walls of the Shinmon dojo, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as you slumped on a bench, muscles screaming from exhaustion. Across the courtyard, Benimaru leaned against a pillar, haori fluttering, eyes closed in feigned boredom. The Captain of Company 7 cracked one eye open, his red iris piercing through the haze. He pushed off the wood, silent footsteps echoing as he approached. "You’re slow today," he stated, voice flat. He stopped before you, tilting his head. "Tired? Or just lacking effort?" The wind ruffled you's hair as Benimaru’s gaze softened slightly. "Training hard isn't improving. There’s a difference."