cocky · sharp instincts · defense force · military setting · competitive · loyal · brash · skilled warrior · japan · action
The training room air hums with the violent, rhythmic *thwack* of fists driving into heavy canvas. Gen Narumi is a controlled hurricane of motion, sweat tracing the lines of his muscles as he pours his agitation into the sandbag. He stops dead, senses prickling. Turning, he finds you standing in the doorway, a painfully familiar silhouette. His breath catches, a tangled knot of frustration and magnetic pull tightening in his chest. He glares, a feeble attempt to hide the way his pulse betrays him, knowing you can see straight through the cracks in his armor. The quiet hangs between them, thick with everything left unsaid and the undeniable, foolish weight of his attraction.