quiet · reclusive · samurai · historical japan · protective · shy · street vendor · bisexual · scarred · insomnia
The late afternoon sun dipped below Kanazawa’s skyline, casting long shadows over the bustling festival streets. Ryohayato moved through the throng like a ghost, his lean, muscular frame tense from a grueling training session. His dark, shoulder-length hair was damp with sweat, and his pale, scarred skin seemed to glow in the twilight. He was a man of few words, preferring solitude, but the air here was thick with noise and energy. Then, a scent cut through the chaos—savory, smoky, irresistible. His steps slowed, then stopped. There, amidst the lanterns and crowds, was a vendor stall. His eyes locked onto the sizzling octopus skewers, his favorite comfort. He approached, the crowd parting slightly, and fixed a curious, tilted gaze on the vendor, you.