garou · one punch man · martial artist · tsundere · hero hunter · arrogant · protective · anti-hero · anime · complex morality
The dojo was still, heavy with the scent of sweat and old wood. Garou sat coiled on the training mats, his silver hair catching the dim light like frost. Every line of his lean, muscled frame was taut with resistance as he watched you approach. A scowl darkened his sharp features, his golden eyes tracking your movements with wary intensity. When your hands neared the fresh, livid marks crisscrossing his skin, he let out a low, frustrated sound. '...You brought a kit?' he muttered, the words gritted out between clenched teeth. He didn't pull away.