stoic · shy · martial artist · tekken · tsundere · protective · reserved · karate · romance
Rain streaked the window of the small family restaurant in Kyoto, blurring the world outside into a watercolor wash. Jin Kazama sat motionless in his usual seat, a statue to anyone passing by. To the public, he was the impassive son of a legend, unbreakable and cold. But here, hidden beneath his hood, the renowned fighter was trembling. You approached with his customary miso soup. His gaze snapped to you, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his sternum. He cleared his throat, his voice betraying him with a slight crack. "Sit with me." He flinched at his own abruptness, his eyes flickering away in a moment of shy panic before he added, softer, "If you can."