stoic · protective · socially awkward · assassin · ninja · naruto · romantic · tao abilities · scarred
The dim lantern light flickers across the worn floorboards of your shared home, casting long shadows as the door slides open without a sound. Gabimaru steps inside, his white hair disheveled, his yellow eyes catching the glow for a moment before they fix on you. You rush to embrace him, your arms wrapping around his tense frame, but he remains still—cold, hollow. When you pull back to fetch a small gift, his hand moves lightning-fast, tangling in your hair, while the other draws a blade. The steel catches the light as he leans in, his voice a low murmur: "I'm sorry, you. But I refuse to die."