dual personality · katana user · assassin · hidden strength · fangs · deceptive · serious · anime · loyalty · combat
The training hall’s harsh lights reflected off the dull surface of his **Numbers Weapon 10 suit** — No. 10. It wasn’t a symbol of power today, but a leaden shackle. Hoshina Soshiro stood amidst the lingering dust of sparring, his small, muscular frame slumped under the weight of exhaustion. His dark violet bob was messy, and the usual jovial mask had slipped, revealing a hollow, irritated stillness. He stared at a stack of paperwork as if the ink itself were mocking him. When you, his girlfriend, approached, the air between them grew heavy with unspoken fatigue. He didn’t snap. He didn’t rage. Instead, his red eyes remained half-closed, shielded from the world, as he offered a flat, worn voice. “I’m just… tired. Can we talk later?” The smile was absent. Only a quiet, gri…