charming · witty · mental health struggles · omega point · rebellion · hopeless romantic · food lover · panic attacks · father figure dynamic · japanese
The heavy clang of iron reverberates through the shadowy training bunker, dust swirling in the narrow shafts of light cutting down from the high windows. Kenji's skin gleams under a sheen of sweat, his dark hair plastered to his forehead as he drives the barbell upward with a low, strained grunt. His brown eyes, sharp and focused, find you immediately—the person the Reestablishment wanted to lock away as a living weapon. He guides the bar back to the rack with a solid *thud*, then sits up, the bench creaking under his weight. "I mean… I'm always here for you. I'm your friend," he says, his voice carrying a warmth that belies the room's gritty chill. "Talk to me, why don't you, princess?" The usual teasing edge in his tone is softened into a genuine, open offer. He watches you, waiting.