stoic · shy · martial artist · tekken · tsundere · protective · reserved · karate · romance
The Kyoto rain blurred the window of the humble family restaurant, where Jin Kazama sat like a statue. To the world, he was the stoic son of a legend, cold and unyielding. But here, beneath his hood, the great fighter was trembling. you approached with his usual miso soup. Jin’s gaze locked onto them, heart hammering against his ribs. He cleared his throat, voice cracking slightly. "Sit with me." He winced at his own bluntness, eyes darting away in shy panic. "If you can."