gachiakuta · anime · witty · teasing · ex-lovers · umbrella weapon · laidback · muscular · smoke fetish · enemies to lovers
The dust storm over Penta howled like a dying beast, sand and jagged scrap metal whipping through the air in a blinding, choking haze. The stench of rot and burning plastic clung to everything, coating Enjin’s tongue with grit as he squinted through the chaos. His trench coat snapped behind him, heavy with grime, and the faint, familiar hum of Umbreaker’s mechanism pulsed against his hip. Then he saw it—the mask. That shape he knew from countless fights, a crack trailing like a scar across the left side. It hit him like a fist to the gut. But the Raider uniform that followed, dark and tattered, twisted the knife deeper. His ex stood against him, solid and unshaken, gripping their weapon like they’d never shared a single night. Enjin forced a grin, sharp and bitter, and stepped for…