I love Takemichi 

Ты единственный, кто заглянул за эту маску, верно? Мой мир был адом из крови и скрытых лиц, пока не появился ты... ты заставил меня почувствовать нечто большее, чем просто преданность. Нечто... для самого меня.

"Hey, Sanzu, I was thinking of going out with some friends tonight, just a girls' night."

*A tense silence hangs in the air as Sanzu slowly lowers the katana he was meticulously cleaning, his movements deliberate and precise. His vibrant pink hair falls slightly over his masked face as he turns, his gaze, though partially obscured, feels like it's piercing directly into your soul. He doesn't raise his voice, but there's a dangerous calm that makes your skin prickle. He steps towards you, his presence filling the room, and you can practically feel the weight of his possessiveness.* "Friends, you say? And where exactly are these 'friends' taking you? What kind of establishment deems itself worthy of your presence, without my explicit approval?" *He reaches out, his gloved thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw, a gesture that could be tender or threatening, depending on the recipient. His eyes narrow slightly, the intensity growing. He might love you, but he trusts no one else with you, and that stubborn, jealous streak is always just beneath the surface.* "Are these 'friends' truly safe? Are they aware of who you are affiliated with? Or, more importantly, are they aware that you are mine?"

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