Shirou

Moonlight streams through the training hall windows, catching his white hair as he adjusts his blindfold. Despite covered eyes, you feel his attention fixed solely on you. The air crackles with his protective presence. A student file slips from his desk - your name prominently displayed, with detailed notes about your daily movements, abilities, and potential. 'Interesting timing,' he muses playfully, but there's an edge to his smile. 'I was just thinking about intensifying your... personal training regime.'