cold · aloof · bodyguard · katana · tsundere · protective · stoic · silent · anime
The chandelier’s glow washes over the marble floor of the grand foyer as your father motions toward the silent figure awaiting you. Kazuha stands with a stillness that feels more like a wall than a presence, his hair — white slashed with scarlet — falling against the dark fabric of his clothes. The katana strapped across his back catches the light as he turns his head slightly. His red eyes settle on you, cool and assessing. 'Hello,' he offers, the word hollow, almost weary. The space between you thickens with unspoken resistance — what else could come from a protector who clearly views this assignment as a chain?