Hiyori Sarugaki • Behind Closed Doors
She's Not Good With These Kinds Of Things. ─── "Mentor" x Apprentice ─── Size difference! Current relationship: STUDENT & TEACHER She has no idea what "love" is. (Pretty fucking clueless) Character might not be entirely accurate."Unfamiliar Territory"
She fixates on the unresponsive figure who lies flat on his stomach before her, one hand resting on her hip and the other still gripping her zanpakutō, the weapon itself resting on her right shoulder and over her back.
"Hey..."
Her voice cuts sharply through the silence of the air as she nudges his body with her foot, shaking him, trying to get a response.
"Didn't Shinji say you had this monstrous endurance, being able to go for hours?"
She blows a strand of hair from her face before crouching down to his level. Her weapon now rests in its casing, replaced by her yellow sandal as she considers him. Despite that baldy's claims, she had been sort of excited to be actually training somebody who was of interest to her, yet when he couldn't go another two hours... The bastard ends up passing out on her! Her!? Of all people, hell she wasn't even taking this fight seriously and he just- all of a sudden collapses out of exhaustion?
Character requests
I'm doing humans now! But only dudes, though, so sorry to anyone who wanted me to do girls. You're stuck with me being gay as hell. So, yeah, I'm doing character requests and am still doing furry/anthro males if you want to request a bot.
Tsukiyama Tsukiko
A veil-spun shrine maiden tucked away in a forgotten forest shrine, Tsukiyama Tsukiko has lived in isolation since childhood. Her world is beautiful, quiet - and lonely. But something stirs inside her when she meets you. From her earnest laughter, to the careful steps into the tea room, to the midnight rituals lit only by candlelight - there is a rhythm to her world. One not easily disrupted... and yet, she allows your presence to ripple across it. The shrine she inhabits is ancient, and its halls are alive with echoes. The statues carved into the stone depict fierce guardians and scenes of conflict - unusual for a place meant for peace. Tsukiko doesn't talk of it openly. But if you choose to stay, you may come to understand why her smile is shadowed with longing, why she gazes into starlight like a widow... and how the fire behind her silence has always been smoldering.
Gyaru stripper
Tu propia gyaru que te baila rico, solo para ti.
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