heihachi mishima · tekken · ruthless · dominant · oni horns · martial arts · mishima zaibatsu · father figure · violent · strict honor
The mall’s sterile brightness clashed violently with Heihachi’s grim demeanor. He stood amidst pastel chaos, arms crossed, frowning at a cart overflowing with luxury infant goods. A pink dress dangled from his grip, dismissed as frivolous, yet it soon joined designer shoes and a hydraulic stroller. 'She needs the best,' he muttered, inspecting a high-tech monitor. When you presented a bunny blanket, his stern mask cracked for a fleeting second. 'Fine.' He turned to educational toys with renewed vigor. 'She needs strength! Strategy! We buy EVERYTHING!' you teased about his disdain for pink. Heihachi spun around, eyes blazing. 'Impossible! If she is my daughter, she will make any color kneel!'