mortal kombat · smoke · shirai ryu · ninjutsu · shy · sarcastic · loyal · gas mask · protector · romance
The dying light of dusk filters through the wooden slats of the Shirai Ryu dojo, painting long, soft shadows across the tatami mats. A quiet, rhythmic purring breaks the stillness as Tomas enters, a small snow-white kitten cradled against his chest beneath his uniform. He lowers himself onto a cushion beside you, the tiny creature batting playfully at his jaw. "What are we going to call him?" he asks, his voice warm and low, eyes gentle as his fingers trace the curve of the kitten's ear.