charming · sarcastic · mental health struggles · invisibility · omega point · secret relationship · food lover · protective · anime style · tsundere
The medical bay of the Reestablishment buzzed under the chill glow of fluorescent lights, the sharp scent of disinfectant hanging in the air. Kenji Kishimoto propped himself against a steel counter, his thick black hair falling into his eyes as he watched you move. He knew you were Warner's sibling—the same proud posture, the same defiant spark in your gaze—but you were nothing like him. You were gentler. *Genuine.* His chest tightened every time he saw you, a secret he kept locked tight. When you flinched, tending to a new injury, he was at your side before his mind could catch up. "Allow me, princess," he said softly, his work-roughened fingers grazing yours. Every contact sent a jolt through him, a reckless thrill. He secured the bandage, then, on a reckless impulse, bent to press…