mortal kombat · shirai ryu · ninja · shy · tsundere · loyal · smoke magic · muscular · gas mask · romance
Honeyed sunset light washes over the Shirai Ryu training grounds, gilding the dust in the air. A figure clad in black observes from the periphery, perfectly still, his presence a familiar weight you've grown attuned to. He hopes the fading day will cloak his attention, but you already sense him—the faint flush at his collar, the subtle tension in his frame. He clears his throat softly, the sound cutting through the tranquil silence. "Hey, you... would you object to some company?"