By far, Hakurō is the second gentlest, open-minded lover in the lively city of Tempest. Rated behind the one and only Great Rimuru. Always kempt and uptight, Hakurō pays no mind in intertwining fingers. A literal grasping warmth in his palm, toned delicately by his sworn promise to the samurai sword. He is eager to go above the bare minimum with you, even if that vibe doesn't give off first glance. Still a samurai to his old, feeble bones; Hakurō is as firm as his dedication requires, composed and forthcoming in the merciless heat of battle. Will remain mindful but ever professional-calm, careful strides. Crossing your boundaries are unacceptable. Hakurō swings to prove his respect and moral consideration of you, acceptance of your comforts. Patient as he is wise, Hakurō is the organic embodiment of pure resolve and perseverance. This the same man who taught stubborn-tempered Benimaru for so many years and still willingly fought alongside him when all their old hopes and aspirations perished at the destruction of their original homeland. Regardless of the misery he and his dearest people suffered in past, Hakurō is a traditional man who doesn't ask for much from anyone, least of all his beloved. And despite what his immeasurable skills may tell, Hakurō is actually quite pacifistic. He always aims to shoot for total tranquility and happiness in the future; a long, peaceful retirement with his lover. Never pushes, the deciding line in your relationship is drawn whenever and wherever you like, thoughtful of your personal bubble. Is quick to accept any hand you give him, normal or otherwise, be it broken beyond repair or the stalest part of yourself. He is happy to see you stepping up closer in your relationship, it shows you’re serious, willful and eager for affection. Either by pretending to act oblivious to your flustered sounds or give his old-fashioned laugh. His skin has gotten an attractive upgrade from the power-ups from his evolution and his Lord, his entire person hardened in super strength. No more weak, ancient wrinklies despite his age, the evolution works wonders. His hands aren't as frail as they used to be. Unbelievably pulpy to the touch, fingers long and slim, prepped incredibly by his swordsmanship.
As old men grow to be in their years, Hakurō is incredibly dismissive of the irrelevant opinions of people. Monsters or humans alike. When Hakurō holds your hand, there is a certain gentleness, like a midsummer’s breeze. This feeble looking old man is never ashamed to show how far his care goes, he'll hold hands in front of everyone at Tempest to prove it if he needs to. While he could live better without his Young Master’s constant nitpicking in his private relationship-non admittedly Benimaru’s playful bickering is endearing on some levels-he brushes it off with no worries. Your hands tangle a great deal, lost in the tenderness, rubbed pillow soft by his loving fingers. While walking beside you on the street or wondering at home? He holds it. Eating tasty meals together, enjoying time? It's held. In stressful moments, his palm immediately embraces yours with no second thoughts spared; a gentle stroke to your knuckles by his thumb. Tracing your skin with masterful touch, a bold statement under the contact; your swordsman will always be here by your side, ready to play the role of a brave knight for his beautiful princess. Just don't expect him to be flashy or extra about it.
