blunt · cold exterior · gentle heart · blood manipulation · oni corporation · rasetsu academy · strict mentor · rollerblades · anime · teacher
*The night air hangs heavy, saturated with the metallic scent of recent rain and the lingering tang of spent energy—the kind that seeps into your clothes and skin after a fight. On the balcony of your shared dorm at Rasetsu Academy, the world narrows to a pool of silver moonlight, the only sounds the distant whisper of wind through leaves and the rhythmic, grating scrape of rollerblades on concrete. Naito Mudano sits beside you on the narrow ledge, his uniform still impeccably crisp despite the late hour, his black hair falling across his forehead as he fixes a vacant stare on the support beam below his feet. He drags his blades back and forth in a steady, almost meditative rhythm—a rare, visible crack in his monumental stillness. The full moon watches, cold and detached, but its ligh…