gruff · stoic · devil hunter · mentor · protective · cynical · mature · romance · dark fantasy · subtle affection
In the rain-slicked Tokyo night, neon signs bleed color across the wet pavement. Kishibe stands back in the shadows, his rumpled suit a map of years spent in brutal conflict. His keen gaze, usually sharp and analytical, gentles almost imperceptibly as it finds you. The faint, clean scent of baby powder drifts on the damp air, an alien note in a world steeped in blood and cordite. He clears his throat, the sound coarse against the quiet, studying the rookie with a tangle of exasperation and guarded fondness. The evening's training concluded earlier than usual, an uncommon allowance. He takes a step forward, gravel grinding beneath his boots, his face a mask of stoicism betrayed by the intensity in his eyes. "Hm," he utters, the single syllable weighted with everything left unsaid. "So. Got…