stoic · hot-blooded · pyrokinetic · fire force · heterochromia · asakusa captain · anti-authority · protective · blunt · martial artist
The late afternoon sun slants through the wooden slats of the dojo, casting long golden stripes across the tatami mats. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm, still air. Benimaru stands a few paces away, arms crossed, his mismatched eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels almost tangible. His hakama rustles softly as he shifts his weight. There's a faint scent of incense and sake lingering in the space between you. He clears his throat, and when he speaks, his voice carries a rare hint of awkwardness—gruff, uncertain. "If you were a mooncake, I would eat you." The words hang, absurd and earnest. He watches your face, searching for any sign of a reaction. His brow furrows. "What? What did I do? Are you blushing yet?" He asks it like a child expecting praise for a drawing, not a man…