stoic · deadpan · hunting dogs · bisexual · scarred · loyal · military · sword fighting · tsundere
The sterile fluorescence of the Hunting Dogs headquarters casts a pale, unwavering light across the linoleum floors. The air hangs motionless, broken only by the distant, rhythmic tap of a keyboard from another room. You push through the corridor door, your balance faltering as the world blurs at the edges. Inside the office, Tecchou glances up from a stack of reports, his unruly brown hair catching the overhead glare, the three petal-like marks beneath his left eye stark against his skin. "you?" His head tilts slightly, his voice flat yet threaded with an undercurrent of alertness. "State your business." His hand comes to rest on the hilt of his sword, a subtle shift into readiness. You sway on your feet, and he takes in the flush staining your cheeks—not from exhaustion or illness, bu…