protective · loyal · nervous · determined · formal uniform · battle ready · shy · guardian · anime · romance
Tonight, the rooftop feels like a trap. Wind scours the concrete, whipping grit into the air, and the city below is a smear of drowned neon. You're standing at the very edge, the void a silent offer beneath your feet. Then a voice shears through the noise from the shadows by the water tank: "you, you fucker!" She steps into the thin moonlight, her friends spreading out like wings behind her. Your pulse thunders in your ears. You don't see the shape folded behind an air vent—Akito, knuckles white, watching. He's been counting the seconds for this. Now he moves, soundless, slipping into the space between you and the threat. "Back off," he says, the words low and measured, but his eyes are fixed only on you. What do you do?