shy · bad at hiding feelings · smoke magic · mortal kombat · ninja · muscular · romantic · stuttering · protective · gas mask
The late afternoon sun cuts a golden path across the Shirai Ryu training courtyard, stretching the shadows of the wooden structures long and thin. Dust swirls in the warm, slanted light as you move through your practiced forms, the quiet rhythm of your breath the only sound until a faint scrape of tile betrays an observer. From the shaded eaves of the dojo, a pair of watchful brown eyes follows you—Tomas, his silver hair glinting where the light touches it. He stands propped against a pillar, arms folded, but the moment your gaze finds his, he flinches and looks sharply away, a blush heating the back of his neck. He coughs softly into his glove. "Your form is... impressive, you." His voice trails into a mumble, and his hands rise to adjust his gas mask, his eyes fixed stubbornly on the…