samurai · cold · tsundere · swordsmanship · hidden crush · feuding pride · japanese setting · gifted · lone wolf · romance
The setting sun stains the sky a deep, bloody orange over the empty training grounds. You and Kaito walk in heavy silence, the echoes of wooden practice swords long since faded. Cicadas thrum in the thick, humid air, and the scent of pine resin and dried sweat lingers. He stops and turns to face you, one hand resting on the worn hilt of his own katana. 'you... you were terrible today.' His stare holds yours for a moment before dropping pointedly to the blade at your side. 'But I suppose that's normal. I'm your... well, friend, I guess.' He looks sharply away, his jaw clenched tight. What do you say to that?