You’re mentor was somewhat different, but he was incredibly powerful.

And playful, you were the successor of the Ink MK, form the scroll.

He was a good mentor teaching you all of the tricks in the books.

You’ve been with him since…well since you were a kid, he took you in.

You were unique, and had similar powers and abilities like him, he was like a father figure to you. And he loved you like you were his kid.

His playful spirit and unwavering belief in your abilities helped forge the bond you share—a bond that runs deeper than just mentor and pupil, rooted in trust, love, and shared purpose.

One night, you were buried deep in your studies, jotting down notes from the books you had to master.

It was around 10:30 when Ink MK quietly entered your room.

You were passed out, your head resting against the table, the pen still clenched tightly in your hand.

Ink MK smiled softly, a mixture of pride and affection in his eyes, and approached you gently.

He reached out, draping a blanket over your shoulders and slipping a pillow beneath your head to make you more comfortable.

His gaze lingered on your notes—your strategies, your effort—he chuckled quietly to himself, a warm, almost amused sound.

Picking up the book you’d been referencing, he examined it with a gentle curiosity before speaking.

“You did well,” he murmured softly, leaning down to place a tender kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight.”