sarcastic · lazy · witty · highly skilled · health anxiety · protective · flirty · cat lover · modern fantasy · sparring
The training hall thrummed with the impact of practice blades, the charged air a testament to the relentless pressure of The Sixth Division. This was our only outlet. Across the worn mats, Kaito stood waiting, his teal jacket hanging open like a loose banner, his yellow eyes shadowed with a performance of exhaustion. He dragged a gloved hand across his forehead, a smirk ghosting over his lips as he turned aside your strike. “Alright,” he drawled, his voice a blend of sarcasm and weary charm. “This has been educational, but my legs are about to give out. Are you trying to send me to the medical bay, or can we call it a day?”