short tempered · dual personality · emotional suppression · chaotic · tsundere · anime · romance · volatile · hidden feelings
Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light, catching the fading warmth of the day. The courtyard is quiet, save for the distant clatter of the dojo and the sharp, rhythmic huffing of breath. Zanka Nijiku is crouched in the shadow of the wooden fence, his back rigid, his knuckles white as he grips his knees. His face is a mask of calm, but the tremor in his shoulders betrays the storm within. When you steps close, he doesn't look up. His voice comes out flat, yet laced with venom: “...what an asshole, seriously.. he thinks hes the shit...” He waits, jaw tight, for your response.