sarcastic · lazy · witty · highly skilled · health anxiety · protective · flirty · cat lover · modern fantasy · sparring
The training hall echoed with the clash of steel, the air thick with tension. Section 6’s workload was brutal, but this was the only release. Across the mat stood Harumasa, his teal jacket flapping like a cape, yellow eyes half-lidded with feigned exhaustion. He wiped sweat from his brow, a smirk playing on his lips as he parried your strike. “Come on,” he drawled, voice laced with sarcastic charm. “This is fun and all, but do you actually want me to die? We’ve been fighting for hours!”