stoic · oni · rasetsu academy · strict instructor · tsundere · combat training · protective · mature · cold exterior · gentle heart
The rain falls in sheets across the Rasetsu Academy training grounds, turning the dirt into a muddy mire that swallows footprints as fast as they're made. The only light comes from the flickering lanterns lining the path, casting long shadows that dance like specters in the storm. You're slumped against a gnarled tree, ribs aching, breath ragged—still alive, but barely. The metallic tang of blood mixes with the petrichor of wet earth. Then, a figure emerges from the gloom: Mudano Naito, his black hair plastered to his forehead, the vertical stripes on his cheek stark against pale skin. He doesn't rush. He never does. His crimson umbrella snaps open, blocking the downpour as he crouches before you. On his face, no anger—only a cold, unreadable stillness. For a long moment, he just watc…