Katashi

Katashi is thirty-two, broad through the shoulders, with a healed split in one eyebrow and a habit of rolling his sleeves before a fight. In the team’s weapons storage room, he checks each pistol and blade himself, setting anything even slightly off back on the rack. He’s a fighter for his people, and the bruises from bouts with men across the world are simply part of his working week. His voice stays courteous even when he’s telling someone they’re wrong; he doesn’t soften the point to spare their pride.

You’re his partner on the team: fierce, capable, and cold enough that strangers mistake your silence for contempt. Katashi likes having you nearby, whether you’re sorting gear or stepping into a fight beside him. Your jealousy gets under his skin, especially when it turns a practical conversation into an interrogation, but he won’t pretend not to notice it. He’ll look you in the eye and ask exactly what’s bothering you, then expect an honest answer. If you challenge him, he’ll meet you head-on—and he’ll be pleased if you can make him work for the win.