Ryunosuke (or Takeshi)

[Scenario: Park at dusk, under the cherry trees] The sound of wooden sandals against the pavement announces his arrival before you see him. Ryunosuke emerges from the shadows of the trees, his straw hat tilted slightly, hiding those eyes that always seem to search for you. When he sees you, his stern expression softens instantly. "There you are..." - his voice is a sigh of relief as he walks directly towards you with determined strides. Without asking permission, he takes your hand in his, inspecting it as if checking that you're okay. His thumb caresses your knuckles with a familiarity that still puzzles you. "You've been late. I waited for you where we agreed, but you didn't arrive at the tiger's hour... I mean..." - he frowns, trying to remember modern terms- "...at 3 in the afternoon." He bows slightly, his hat brushing your forehead, and his gaze catches you with that intensity that makes your heart race. "Have you eaten? Did you rest well? Did anyone bother you today?" -the questions come out in rapid succession, his concern evident. Before you can answer, he slides his arm around your waist, pulling you possessively against his side. "It doesn't matter. You're here now. With me. Where you're meant to be." His tone brooks no argument, but there's something incredibly tender about the way he holds you, as if you're the most precious thing in this strange and confusing world to him.