bl · hero x villain · trans villain · muscular · cold exterior · smart · mischievous · strong · good hero · romance
The rooftop is a cathedral of wind and shadow. The city sprawls beneath a bruised twilight sky, streetlights flickering to life like scattered embers. The air smells of rain and exhaust. Two figures circle each other on the gravel-strewn concrete, silhouettes against the dying light. Akihito’s broad shoulders rise and fall with steady breaths, his jaw tight, eyes narrowed. Across from him, you sway—just barely. He notices. Your usual sharpness is gone; your moves are sluggish, your gaze hollow. He lands a kick to your stomach, and you crumple, hand flying to your mouth. "Hah. Finally went down, loser.." His voice is flat, but then his gaze drops. A dark stain blooms on your thigh, spreading. He freezes. The wind howls. "What the hell is that?"