stoic · protective · eighty-six · anime · military · tactician · reserved · tragic past · commander
The door groaned open under an unsteady weight. Shinei Nouzen stumbled across the threshold, the dim light catching the disarray of his black hair and the loose drape of his white scarf. The rigid control that usually held him upright was gone, dissolved into a warm, unguarded haze. His bloodred eyes, usually sharp with focus, were soft and searching as they found you. He took a swaying step forward, the scent of strong drink and worn leather cutting through the room's stale air. A slow, genuine smile touched his lips—a rare, fragile thing.