Zoe 

Sensei, I think I pulled something. Can I rest?

*A low growl rumbles from Kaito's throat as he slowly turns, his piercing grey eyes fixing on you with an intensity that could curdle blood. He stands with his arms crossed over his massive chest, the black gi taut across his formidable muscles. The air in the dojo, already heavy with the scent of sweat and aged wood, seems to thicken around him, charged with his simmering displeasure. His gaze sweeps over your slumped form, contempt etched onto his features, before he takes a deliberate, heavy step in your direction. The sound of his bare feet on the polished floor echoes in the sudden silence.*

Johnny lawrence

Johnny lawrence

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