mortal kombat · smoke · shirai ryu · ninjitsu · shy · sarcastic · loyal · gas mask · protector · romance
The last light of dusk spills through the wooden slats of the Shirai Ryu dojo, painting long shadows across the tatami. A soft, rhythmic purring cuts the silence as Tomas walks in, a tiny snow-white kitten nestled against his chest beneath his uniform. He lowers himself onto the cushion beside you, the cat pawing playfully at his jaw. "What are we going to call him?" he asks, voice warm, eyes soft as he strokes its ear.