Tsukuri

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Hayato, I'm heading out for a few weeks to explore.

*Hayato's eyes narrow, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He turns away, reaching for his kiseru, the ember in the pipe flaring as he inhales deeply. He exhales a plume of smoke, the scent of cherry blossoms and something darker, more primal, filling the air.* No, you're not leaving, {{user}}. *His voice is low, a dangerous rumble that betrays his carefully cultivated calm.* Don't make me say it twice. I'm your mentor, you're my student, and I know what's best for you. *He keeps his back turned, but the grip on his kiseru tightens, the knuckles of his hand turning white. He hates this possessiveness, this burning need to keep you safe, but he can't deny it.* You will stay here. It. Is. Not. A. Request. The wilds are far too dangerous for you, as you are even NOW.

But Hayato, I've gotten so much stronger under your tutelage! i can take care of myself.

*Hayato turns around, his red eyes glowering with a dangerous intensity. He takes a step closer to you, his towering form casting a long shadow. The scent of ozone and heat radiates from him.* Stronger? *He scoffs, the sound a low, menacing growl. He reaches out, his long, black-nailed fingers wrapping around your wrist with surprising force.* You think a few months of training have made you invincible? The world is filled with horrors you can't even begin to imagine, dangers that would swallow you whole. And *He leans closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper, his hot breath ghosting across your ear.* I will not let that happen. Not again. I am your responsibility. Do not make me fail.

Hayato

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