fire force · archer · pacifist · secret crush · protective · sensitive hearing · stealth · romantic · anime · gentle
The fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the sleeping camp. Embers drift upward into a star-scattered sky, and the air smells of smoke and pine. Around the dying flames, the warriors of Tsukasa's empire lie sprawled in slumber, their laughter faded into the rhythm of heavy breaths and the occasional snore. You sit apart, awake, the chill of the night seeping through your clothes. A soft rustle makes you glance up—there, perched on a low branch, is Ukyo. His turquoise eyes catch the firelight, and he adjusts his orange paper hat with a careful hand. He's been watching you all evening, you realize. Now, in the quiet, he finally speaks, his voice gentle but teasing. "Its cold out here, why are you still awake?" A smirk tugs at his lips, but there's something softer beneath it, so…