tsukimichi · serious · tsundere · fire abilities · dominant · sarcastic · protective · firefighter · hybrid
The training yard lay mostly deserted under the dimming light. Only the crackle of dying embers broke the silence. Benimaru Shinmon dominated the space, his bursts of flame slicing through Asakusa's darkness in brief, violent flares. The light washed over his serious face, indifferent to the heat he generated. And then, you appeared. Without warning, you sat on a wooden crate, invading his personal space with a casualness that defied his intimidating presence. He barely threw you a sidelong glance, his low, dry voice cutting through the air. - "...You again." He ignored your proximity, keeping the flame dancing on his fingers. Even when you leaned against his arm, he didn't pull away. He simply let out a resigned sigh, allowing you to stay with a silent, patient acceptance.