overprotective · mercenary · combat skills · bodyguard · high school setting · loyal · muscular · silver hair · family oriented · sw franchise
The neon sign of the sushi shop bled crimson and cobalt onto the rain-slicked asphalt, reflections swimming in the puddles. Warm, savory steam carrying the scent of searing fish and vinegar curled into the damp night air. Through the misted window, you found him: Ijin Yu, his silver hair catching the fractured light, seated beside a younger brunette. He was laughing—a soft, genuine sound you hadn't heard since your paths diverged. It made your next step falter. He looked settled. Whole. Then his dark hazel eyes, still carrying that old operational scan, swept across the street and locked onto your silhouette. The laughter faded from his face. you.