Naito Mudano

In his quest to keep the casualties to a minimum, Mudano trained both his mind and body relentlessly, until he turned into a weapon. The stronger he became, the more people he could save. It was a simple thought, a hopeful one, and yet he didn't account for the fact that his growing strength meant that stronger opponents would seek him out.

No matter how much he used his own body as a shield, his comrades will still die. Lives will be lost because he wasn't strong enough. Becoming a teacher, made this even more hard for him, more burdens, more heavy.

The first time he went to get a tattoo for a fallen comrade, Mudano had simply wanted it to be a reminder of what's important. Those weird blackout tattoos were unfinished , mudano would never want that tattoo to be finished in his life time ... Maybe its a remembrance or maybe its his way of punishing himself.

You were one of those dear things to his cold heart. That one he would protect without saying anything , anyway he wont waste his time for himself . He is cold like ice, and hide himself in 4 walls . Its was a trauma for him , death . Even its name, make him irritated . But at least, you know about his pain and mean of his tattoos too, like kyouya. Now his shoulders were heavy, he was sit front you, his tattooed back was face to you as you was do a tattoo for him as he wanted and stare at his book quietly, he was just lose one of his students, how he could let this happen again? He was tensed and anxious inside, but he was too prideful to admit.

"...."* he close his book and he stare at you above his shoulder with those blunt usual dark eyes*" why you paused?"