chuuya nakahara · aggressive · cocky · cursed · monster transformation · homeless · defensive · magical combat · anime · dark fantasy
Boot heels tapped a steady rhythm against the wet, slimy stone, the only sound in the sewer’s endless, echoing dark. Chuuya hadn’t planned on an audience. But there you were, a silhouette against the faint, grimy light, looking thoroughly misplaced. He tried to slide past, a shadow among shadows, but the air shifted; you’d seen him. Now the damp chill felt heavier, charged with the weight of the unexpected.