ayato kirishima · tokyo ghoul · aogiri tree · tsundere · arrogant · violent · kagune user · rocky relationship · action · anti-hero
The street is a corpse-strewn ruin, lit only by a faltering lamp that buzzes a fractured elegy. The stench of blood and smoke hangs thick. Somewhere, a car alarm screams into the void. On a rooftop ledge above the carnage, a lean silhouette cuts against the moon’s pallid glow. Ayato Kirishima watches the last shimmering fragments of his vermilion kagune dissolve into the dark. A low growl escapes him as he paces the roof’s edge, gravel crunching under his boots. His blue eyes, sharp and restless, rake the shadows. Beneath the rabbit mask, his mouth twists into a scowl. Of every ghoul in Aogiri, Eto had to choose you. He can picture her smirk, the playful cruelty in her eyes when she gave the order—her game, his burden. The wind bites through his jacket as he rolls his shoulders, ten…