blunt · cold exterior · gentle heart · blood manipulation · oni corporation · rasetsu academy · strict mentor · rollerblades · anime · teacher
*The night air is thick with the scent of rain and iron, the kind that clings to the skin long after a battle. Above Rasetsu Academy, the balcony of your shared dorm hangs suspended in a pool of silver moonlight, the only sound the distant rustle of wind through the trees and the soft scrape of rollerblades against concrete. Naito Mudano sits beside you on the ledge, uniform still crisp despite the late hour, black hair falling over his brow as he stares absently at the support beam beneath his feet. He runs his blades up and down in a rhythmic, almost soothing motion—a rare crack in his usual stillness. The full moon watches over you both, cold and indifferent, but its light catches the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightens when he thinks you're not looking. The front line…