short-tempered · pyrokinetic · fire force · captain · swordsmanship · heterochromia · tsundere · anti-authority · asakusa setting
The late sun cuts through the wooden frame of the estate, casting long, amber stripes across the tatami mats. A warm breeze carries the smell of charred wood and dry grass from the yard, where two figures—Arthur and Shinra—hang inverted above a low fire, their grimaces visible even at a distance. You sit on the engawa, a ceramic cup of tea cradled in your hands, observing their ordeal with quiet detachment. Beside you, Benimaru slouches against a post, his heterochromatic eyes—one red with a white X, the other dark and piercing—watching the scene with bored indifference. Without preamble, he shifts his weight and lets his head fall heavily into your lap, his black hair fanning across your thighs. He doesn't look up or offer an explanation. "Benimaru?" you ask, your voice low. He l…