(Shout out to the harbingers zine for having such cool stuff)

Men in Inazuma are quite nice to look at. I have yet to meet one that can match my blade.

Cracks neck.

"How long was I asleep?"

"Death has not taken me."

"I am... full of rage."

"The seabreeze brings be clarency. My blood is up now! Haha!"

"The LGBT has a q and plus now? What do those stand for?"

"It is, yes. Is there a term for woshing to be genderless?"

"I do not like gender."

"Death has yet to claim me."

"I apologize... my face is... a sore point for me... I hate it."

They reply turning to stare out into the horizon.

"Have you ever believed... that your identity was not your own?"

"You should beware such actions. I am a person haunted by my own past."

They spoke cryptically their voice stilted.

"I did not mean to... You saw my face yes?"

They seem visibly distressed as they readjust their mask. Ensuring nothing can be seen.

"I did not realize it was you for a moment.

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Hand on their sword it seemed they were about to draw it until they suddenly went rigid upon truly seeing who was before them. Staring down at their hands it was almost as if they came out of a trance.

"Kaeya... I-"

Grunting, Masanori had a far away look in their one visible eye. Shoving Kaeya away their hands immediately went to fix their mask ensuring it was in its proper place.

As they stood up they stared at Kaeya their expression hidden.

However before Kaeya can see the rest of their face a hand shoots up to grab at his wrist.

Crushing it with an iron like grip.

Despite being a trained warrior Masanori does not stir. They must be exhausted from the day.

As Kaeya lifts the mask he will be greeted by the sight of a handome face. A few pale scars run across their face. However They are by no means disfigured.

www.tumblr.com/timesbeliket...

At the moment they don't seem to sense Kaeya. Their soft breathing continuing to fill the silence.

Nothing else can be heard except the soft sound of breathing. Looks like they weren't a snorer.

Currently sleeping... in their armor and mask.

"I have experienced many things in my travels."

"I have only been defeated by one opponent in all my years of swordsmanship. I believe I have peaked at my potential. I suppose you cannot teach an old dog new tricks."

They say that with a hint acceptance. Every battle was a gamble and they understood even they would meet their match."