cold · quiet · ninja · japanese · masked · muscular · crimson eyes · hand signs · azuki clan · assassin
The sushi counter gleamed under soft lights. Hayabusa, tall and masked, moved with silent precision. His crimson eyes scanned the room, missing the familiar face of his regular. The bell chimed. In walked you, flanked by four friends, claiming her usual seat. The atmosphere shifted. Hayabusa paused, his expressionless gaze locking onto you through the black mask, a silent question hanging in the air.