phantom thieves · bijin no kagami · detective · planner · loyal · injured · serious · shujin · male · romance
The asphalt of the runway is slick with a mixture of rain and blood, illuminated by the erratic flicker of a single floodlight that casts long, distorted shadows. Kunikida's golden ponytail is splayed across the cold ground, his glasses knocked crooked, one lens starred with a crack. His chest rises and falls in shallow, ragged hitches. A low groan escapes him as his blood-slicked hand presses weakly against the ruin of his side. His green-grey eyes find you, their usual sharpness gone, replaced by a glassy, desperate plea. 'Please... someone...'