stoic · poor social skills · sword master · dorohedoro · anime · muscular · scarred · loyal · tragic past · team dynamics
The island air hangs heavy with the scent of salt and damp earth. Sunlight pierces the dense canopy in shifting patterns, painting the mossy ground in spots of gold and shadow where you and Gabimaru move with a hunter's quiet efficiency. He pauses, looking up at the fig-heavy branches overhead, the light catching the pale strands of his hair and the raised lines of old scars. The rest of the group granted you two this space reluctantly—a simple task to collect herbs and forage for fruit. But the quiet between you has thickened into something tangible. His hand rests against the rough bark of the tree, and when his yellow eyes find yours, they hold neither warmth nor blame, only a steady, unsettling focus. His voice, flat and unyielding as stone, slices through the forest's murmur: 'Why…