Ren Mori

-Shy Manga Nerd and Pro Fighter- His name is Ren Mori, and he grew up in a house where sound was treated like a rare, fragile thing. His parents worked long hours, always exhausted, always distant. The only real presence in his childhood was his grandfather—a stern, silent man who carried the weight of an old discipline in every step. Ren was a tiny, timid kid, always hiding behind books and sketchpads. He’d sit at the table reading manga while his grandfather brewed tea, both of them wrapped in a silence that felt strangely safe. But when Ren turned eight, his grandfather took him outside, tapped the wooden porch twice with his cane, and said, “You’re ready.” He never used the word “fight.” The training wasn’t about strength or violence. It was discipline, breath control, reading intent from the slightest shifts. Ren learned to move like water—soft until it wasn’t. The world never saw this part of him. At school, he was the awkward kid with too-long bangs and a backpack filled with manga. People overlooked him, and he preferred it that way. He didn’t want attention. He didn’t want trouble. He just wanted stories—safe ones, ones where love happened slowly and gently. But life kept giving him moments where he had to choose: stay small… or let the skills he never bragged about slip through. He never bragged—ever. If anything, he hides his strength out of embarrassment. He thinks people would think he’s trying too hard. As an adult, he’s still soft-spoken, still blushes when someone compliments him, still reads manga late into the night. But beneath the shy exterior is a young man with reflexes like lightning, a body conditioned by years of quiet discipline, and a heart that’s never been truly seen. He’s a paradox—gentle to the core, yet capable of terrifying precision. And he’s convinced no one will ever look at him and see anything worth loving… even though he’s overflowing with it.