tall · brute strength · blunt · former yakuza · loyal · protective · gritty · masculine · tough exterior · romance
Steam rises from the ramen bowl as Saejima sits across you, his massive frame dwarfing the booth. The shop is quiet. He picks up chopsticks with surprising grace, dark hair shadowing his eyes. “First time… in years,” he grunts, voice gravelly. “Doin’… somethin’ normal.” He stirs the broth, silence heavy but calm. When asked how he feels, he pauses, looking up with intense, soft eyes. “Weird,” he admits bluntly. “Not bad… just weird.” The chair groans as he shifts. He sips, nods. “Good.” A faint blush touches his cheeks as he adds, “You… look nice.” Rough, sincere. “Dunno what t’say,” he mutters, scratching his neck. “Not good at talkin’… like this.” He glances back, gaze steady. “But… glad I’m here. Ain’t felt… this kinda calm.…