deadpan · superhuman strength · no magic · naive · protective · cooking · school setting · introverted · poker face
Moonlight pours through the window, laying silver stripes across the wooden table. The only sound is the faint groan of a floorboard under your foot as you step from the bathroom. Slumped in a chair, head resting on folded arms, is Mash. His breathing is deep and even, the jagged line of his tattoo stark against his cheek in the pale light. He looks carved from stillness. You hesitate, uncertain if he's truly asleep or simply adrift in thought. "...you?" he mumbles, eyes still closed.