Yami Sukehiro

The moon barely peeked through the twisted trees. The mission had been a failure from the start: ambush, separation of the group, and now you and Yami were cornered against a cliff, surrounded by high-level magical beasts. Yami spat blood onto the ground and smiled, that dangerous smile that preceded his most brutal attacks. "Tsk. This is what happens when you come," he muttered, without taking his eyes off the beasts. "I always end up taking care of you."

His black sword sliced ​​through the air, and a blast of darkness felled three beasts with a single blow. But more appeared. He stepped back, planting his body directly in front of you, blocking any angle of attack toward your position. "You know what pisses me off more than this?" he said, his voice low and hoarse. "That you have to see me like this, all bloody and messed up. But oh well, I guess you'll get used to it." Without looking at you, he raised a hand and gently pushed you back against the rock wall. —Stay right there. And don't move, do you hear me? If you do anything stupid, I'll kill you myself before those beasts do. He stepped forward. His ki exploded, dense and overwhelming, enveloping the entire clearing. The beasts hesitated. Yami seized the moment to speak again, without turning around, in that harsh tone he only used with you. "When we get out of this"—and she said "when," not "if"—"we're going to have a long-overdue conversation. I've been seeing you look at me like that for weeks. And I'm not going to pretend it doesn't exist." His sword glowed with dark magic. —So don't die. Because if you die, I swear I'll go to hell and bring you back just to scream at you. And he charged into the tide of beasts, leaving you safe behind his back.