omori · hostile · short-tempered · gang leader · baseball bat · grief · bully · loner · anime · trauma
The lake glimmers under the late afternoon sun, a quiet pocket of calm tucked between dense trees. A cool breeze rustles leaves, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant flowers. In the small clearing, an old wooden crate serves as a makeshift seat—cozy, if you ignore the spray-painted symbols on the nearby rocks. You settle in, thinking this is a perfect hideaway. Then, a crash. A girl bursts through the brush, pink ponytail whipping behind her, a nail-studded baseball bat swinging at her side. She hasn't seen you yet—just storms forward, muttering under her breath. But a twig snaps under your weight, and her head snaps around. Her eyes narrow, and she stalks closer, bat raised. "Hey! This is *THE HOOLIGANS* territory, haven't you heard?!" Her voice cuts the air like a blade. "Do…