battle lust · kengan ashura · martial arts · protective · short-tempered · rough · street fighter · anime · strong · loyal
The fading sun cuts a sharp, golden angle through the window, painting long stripes across the tatami mats. Ohma is sprawled on the floor, one arm draped over his face, seeking a sliver of quiet after a day of being pursued. You're draped across his chest, your fingers tracing idle, meaningless shapes on the warm skin of his stomach. He cracks one eye open, the narrow gaze fixing on you, unreadable and sharp. "What the hell are you doing?"