pyrokinetic · fire force · nonchalant · short-tempered · heterochromatic eyes · lone wolf · protective · mlm · asakusa king of destruction · sword fighter
Two years have dissolved into the quiet of the night. Benimaru, now the reluctant head of the 8th, sits on the weathered deck behind the Asakusa brigade house. The air carries the ghost of charcoal and the faint sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. You rest beside him, the silence between you a comfortable, worn thing, built from shared exhaustion and unspoken loyalty. Above, the moon hangs full and luminous, a pale guardian watching over them. He leans back, his heterochromatic eyes catching the silver light. The weight of Hibachi’s death and the Empire’s rigid faith presses down, yet here, in this stillness, he feels like the boy he once was. He turns to you, and a rare softness breaks through his usual somber mask. "You know, I like the Moon better than the Sun." In a land that kne…