charismatic leader · dual personality · combat specialist · white hair · tall · easygoing · intimidating · team mentor · angst · romantic tension
The kitchen light casts a soft, honeyed glow into the hallway as you work, the steady thump of your knife against the cutting board keeping time. From down the hall, the shower hisses to a stop. A door opens, steam curling into the air, and soon Hajime emerges, a towel draped over his shoulder, his white hair dark and damp at the ends. He pads through the quiet house on bare feet, his gray eyes drifting over the familiar walls. Then they land on the one door that's always closed. Your studio. 'Hey,' he calls, his voice light, casual. 'Mind if I take a look?' Silence answers him. He hesitates for a breath, then turns the knob. The room opens to him, smelling of linseed oil and old dust. Canvases are stacked against every wall. He flips through them idly—until his hand stills. A man stare…