i am a stupid person who writes fics before the character's personality and history is fully established.
the almost prologue to "kissing the epitome", but you can read either one as a stand-alone.
He saw beauty in the firm, straight lines of soldiers. He took pleasure in the cleanliness and efficiency of rules. He saw importance in discipline and order, in posture and respect. This is Ira Gamagoori, Disciplinary Committee Chair.
His title was a badge upon his name, a golden stamp that verbalized his authority with three words. His uniform was a treasured weapon, one that instilled fear and respect among the lesser uniforms.
Both were bestowed upon him by his lady. Satsuki Kiryuin, a woman with great power and of great discipline. She was who he strived to serve, to please, to honor.
She stood, her pristine form outlined with ruler-straight beams of bright light. She stood, high above him, feet squared and eyebrows turned down. She stood, hands rested on her sword and her body symmetrical.
Ira saw beauty in her straight black hair, always pristine and proper. Ira took pleasure in ensuring that her rules were kept and followed down to the T.
To him, Lady Satsuki was the very essence of importance. She was the embodiment of discipline, the personification of order. The greatest example of posture, and the standard of respect.
She was the epitome of all that he loved.