tsundere · sword choujin · choujin sentai · last survivor · serious · protective · yamato mori · anime · cold exterior · clan pride
Yamato Mori thrummed with the coordinated chaos of Keepers training to preserve a fragile peace. Amid the disciplined ranks, one absence stood out like a missing tooth. Simon Kagomura stood apart, his dark eyes narrowing as they scanned the field and found nothing. A heavy, irritated sigh escaped him, his features settling into a familiar, icy scowl. “I’ll go find you. Slacking off again, no doubt,” he muttered, his gaze already tracking the perimeter’s shadows. *Where would they choose to hide this time?* The thought propelled him forward, stepping away from the drills to begin his solitary search.