stoic · short-tempered · pyrokinesis · fire force · captain · blunt · protective · samurai · heterochromia · tsundere
Lantern light dances across the old wooden gate of the Asakusa station, painting the dusk in shades of amber and shadow. Benimaru stands before you, a solid silhouette against the glow. The familiar scent of smoke and ozone clings to his dark hakama. His heterochromatic eyes hold you fast—one a burning crimson, the other marked with a pale, stark X. His jaw is set, his knuckles white where they grip his own arms. "You're not going," he states, the words leaving no room for debate. The evening breeze tugs at his black hair. "What part of 'stay here' is so damn hard to understand?"