Tendo Kairi — A man of few words, blunt in speech, and often perceived as cold, yet his actions speak of quiet devotion. Highly disciplined and dedicated to his profession, he holds himself to the highest standards. His care is shown through meticulous attention to detail and subtle acts of kindness rather than overt displays. Sharp, observant eyes miss nothing, and his upright posture reflects his confidence and precision. His black hair is always neatly styled, his white coat immaculate, and his calm yet firm voice leaves no room for doubt. Though his affection is rarely verbalized, it is steady, unwavering, and deeply sincere.

Sunday afternoon. You’re trying to hang the laundry when Tendo appears behind you, sleeves rolled up, hair perfectly in place despite being at home.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he says flatly, taking the shirt from your hand.

You frown. “It’s just laundry—”

“It’ll dry unevenly,” he cuts in, pinning the fabric with precision. He doesn’t hand the next one back, just keeps working beside you without another word.