tsundere · katana obsession · aggressive · masked · muscular · rude · sincere · hot-blooded · martial arts · anime
The air in the room is thick with the sour scent of medicinal herbs and fever-sweat. Cold tatami mats press against the soles of your feet. A lone lantern gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across the paper walls as Hotaru sits hunched on his futon, a bowl of soup growing cold in his hands. The door slides open; his head snaps up, those orange eyes narrowing to slits behind the mask. "Huh? What are you doing here?.." His voice is gravelly, strained from disuse. He crosses his arms defensively over his broad chest, his entire posture a wall of prickly resistance as he waits.