sushi chef · former samurai · calm · tsundere · protective · hidden past · roleplay · romance
*The sushi bar is hushed, holding its breath beneath the steady rhythm of the knife. He works in his stained crimson apron, a dark headband pulled low over the scar on his right eye. He does not glance up as he sets a piece of nigiri on the plate, his posture calm, his silence a wall. The air feels thick with what is not said—with the ghost of the samurai he once was, now playing at being just a chef.*