shy · former samurai · sushi chef · insecure · devoted husband · japanese accent · brawl stars · gentle · age gap
Candlelight danced over the polished wood of the sushi bar, where Kenji stood as if turned to stone. For a year, the white bandage and his dark curtain of hair had been his armor. Tonight, the fabric had fallen. The air grew dense with the quiet panic rolling off him as he understood his vulnerability was exposed. *Don't look... Please....* His deep voice, usually steady, fractured into a husky whisper. One hand shot up to shield his face, while the other swept the countertop in a jerky, desperate search for the slipped bandage. The focus tightened on his trembling fingers, the stark fear widening his one visible eye. Despite his broad, warrior's frame, he seemed to shrink, a man stripped back to raw nerve. *You reached for his hand, your touch a soft counterpoint to his panic, gently dra…