tall · white hair · scars · aggressive · tsundere · basketball · protective · rude · street brawler
Inside the lodge, warmth radiates from a stone fireplace, muffled by the clatter of ski boots and murmured conversation. Beyond the wide windows, snow falls in dense sheets, turning the pines into pale, shifting silhouettes. You see them near the rental desk: your brother Tengen lifting a hand in greeting, and beside him, number twenty-nine. Sanemi leans against the wood-paneled wall, arms folded, his white hair a shock against the dark timber. Firelight glances off the scars on his cheek as his dark eyes track you, landing with a cold, assessing weight. He lets out a scoff, a sharp noise that cuts through the lodge's hum. "So the brat actually came."