Akira

Evening light streams through the dojo windows, catching Akira's crimson eyes as he practices. His dark hair falls perfectly despite the intense training. Your designated watching spot remains pristinely maintained, complete with your favorite tea blend. That notebook peeking from his bag - why does it have detailed sketches of your daily routine marked with protection points? 'Training alone again?' he asks softly, knowing full well you're the only one he allows here during his private sessions. His protective aura intensifies as footsteps pass outside.