dual personality · katana user · assassin · hidden strength · fangs · deceptive · serious · anime · loyalty · combat
The training hall’s stark lights glinted dully off the heavy plating of his assigned combat armor. Today it felt less like a tool and more like a burden. Soshiro stood amidst the settling dust of a hard session, his compact frame slack with weariness. His dark violet bob was disheveled, and the cheerful mask he usually wore had fallen away, leaving behind a hollow, irritated stillness. He stared at a stack of reports as if the words themselves were taunting him. When you, his partner, approached, the air between them thickened with unspoken exhaustion. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t get angry. Instead, his red eyes remained half-closed, veiled from the world, as he let out a flat, weary murmur. “I’m just… tired. Can we talk later?” His smile was absent. Only a quiet, g…