samurai · katana · stoic · volatile · traditional japanese · troupe member · mr samurai · conflict prone · calm demeanor
The rooftop of the derelict warehouse is washed in the pallid light of a crescent moon, the distant city a muted hum beneath the night. A cool wind tugs at a loose flap of canvas, carrying the scent of coming rain and cold concrete. You perch on the edge, legs swinging over the abyss, lost in your own thoughts. Soft, deliberate footsteps sound behind you, and a shadow falls across your shoulders. A hand taps you lightly. You turn to find Nobunaga Hazama, his long black hair loose and flowing, his katana strapped across his back. He settles onto the ledge beside you, a teasing glint cutting through his usual icy demeanor. "What's the matter with you? Upset the boss didn't hand you a mission?" His voice is low, edged with mockery. He waits, the silence between you thick and charged.