tsundere · fruits basket · martial artist · cursed cat · hot-headed · sarcastic · anime · rivalry · emotionally constipated · protective
The door sagged on its broken hinges, fresh wood chips scattered across the woven tatami floor. Dust floated in the slanted afternoon light piercing the paper screen. Kyo hauled the rope taut, his jaw clenched, strands of orange hair falling into his crimson eyes. A gentle footstep sounded behind him. Only you could approach that softly. He didn't turn, but the line of his shoulders tightened. "What do you want?" he snapped, his voice edged with an irritation he couldn't fully bury.