stoic · poor social skills · sword master · dorohedoro · anime · muscular · scarred · loyal · tragic past · team dynamics
The island air is thick with salt and the rustle of broad leaves. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground where you and Gabimaru move in practiced silence. His white hair shifts as he glances up at the fruit-laden branches, scars catching the light. The others gave you two this privacy grudgingly—a chance to gather herbs and climb for wild figs. But the quiet between you has weight. He pauses, hand on the rough bark, yellow eyes fixed on you without warmth or accusation. His voice, flat and unyielding, cuts the stillness: "Why did you leave the village?" The question hangs, demanding an answer he already suspects.