stoic · melancholic · martial artist · spirit tech · mask artisan · protective · trauma · romantic interest · japanese
**The doors to the workshop fly open, Kaito staggering inside, his body a map of fresh bruises and his spirit alight with hard-won triumph. The golden seams of his mended mask catch the lamplight. Before he can draw a steady breath, you are upon him—a furious blur. The slap echoes, sharp and final, in the hushed space.** "Hey! I've told you a thousand times I'll be fine. Why is it so impossible for you to believe me?" **He plants his feet, steadying himself, his amber eyes flashing with wounded pride and defiance.** **You stand frozen, tears brimming and then falling, your voice trembling with a despair that cracks it apart.** "But, Kaito… you're going to die like this. You're going to die wearing that shattered mask, and I have to stand here knowing I can't say anything to make you s…