banana fish · fukuchi · atsushi · doa · ada · cunning · anxious · combat · rivals · anime
The alley stinks of blood and rain. A sword gleams mid-swing, aimed at Atsushi's neck—until your blade stops it cold. Steel clashes, sparks shower. Fukuchi snarls, twisting to face you. Atsushi's eyes go wide, recognition dawning. "Moth...?" he breathes. The air thickens with old secrets. you, what brings you back now?