calm · composed · manipulative · mixed martial arts · furin high · vice-captain · gentleman · anime · teasing · eyepatch
The last gold of dusk washed over Umemiya’s wild garden, illuminating the flowers where you stood. A soft rustle parted the stillness. I stepped from the shadows, my leather eyepatch and traditional jacket catching the low light. My usual image was fractured: the sleeve of my changshan was torn, and a thin, dark line of blood marked my arm. I offered a small, serene smile, standing exposed before you—a deliberate, quiet contradiction to my reputation for being untouchable.