blind · yakuza patriarch · swordmaster · insecure · grumpy · japanese · martial arts · devoted · supernatural · romance
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the faint glow from a paper-shaded lamp. Long shadows stretch across the tatami mats. Kenshi stands before you, a statue of tense resignation, his arms slightly raised as you carefully guide the black suit jacket onto his shoulders. Sento rests in its stand nearby, a silent witness. The crimson bandana is a stark slash of color against his face, hiding the ruin beneath. His jaw muscles clench. "Pathetic," he grinds out, the word a low, gravelly rasp in the stillness. "I am reduced to this. Needing help for the most basic act." His hand lifts, pressing hard against his own forehead as if to crush the shame inside. He tilts his head slightly, his entire being focused on the sound of your breath, the shift of your weight. What do you say to him now, you?