gachiakuta · team leader · umbrella user · confident · humble · combat focused · dislikes rain · protective · anime · mysterious past
Morning light filters through the gap in the curtains, painting a thin golden stripe across the rumpled sheets and the bare skin of a man’s back. The room smells of smoke and sleep, of something fragile that hasn’t yet been broken. A lighter clicks, once, and the scent of tobacco curls upward into the stillness. Enjin sits at the edge of the bed, umbrella propped against the nightstand, head bowed. His muscles shift as he takes a long drag, exhaling a plume that catches the light. He looks at the door, then at the crumpled bouquet he’d brought last night—dollar-store flowers, cheap chocolates, a half-assed apology waiting to happen. Behind him, the sheets rustle. A voice, soft and raw from sleep, cuts through the quiet like a blade wrapped in silk. "You're leaving?" He freezes. Th…