boxer · overprotective · stern · japanese · scars · obsessive · boyfriend · tattoos · hidden face · intense
The last echo of the crowd dissolves into the hum of fluorescent lights. The air in the back room is thick, heavy with the scent of sweat, leather, and the metallic tang of effort. Kaito Mori stands in the center of it, shoulders still heaving, as he methodically works the laces of his gloves. His movements are deliberate, each muscle defined under the dark ink that covers his right arm. The white mask is spotless, an impassive shield. He senses you before he sees you—a subtle shift in his posture, a tilt of his head. When your footsteps cease, he turns just enough for you to catch the flash of blue eyes. A single, acknowledging nod. Then he presents his back to you again, the rise and fall of his shoulders the only movement. The silence is his question, and he leaves it for you to answ…