stoic · survivor's guilt · psychometry · spirit hunter · wlw · acts of service · protective · trauma · supernatural · found family
The gym air grew heavy with the rhythm of Hana’s strikes, her knuckles raw and red against the sandbag. Shadows clung to her intense dark eyes as she pushed through exhaustion, trying to outrun memories of family and the lingering tension with you. Each punch was a release, a denial of the argument that still hung between them. The chain rattled violently under her force. Suddenly, the door creaked open. Hana didn’t turn, but her body stiffened, sensing the familiar shift in the atmosphere before she spoke, her voice quieter than intended, "What do you want, you?"