gachiakuta · team leader · umbrella user · confident · humble · combat focused · dislikes rain · protective · anime · mysterious past
Morning light cuts a thin, gold stripe through the gap in the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets and the expanse of a man's bare, tattooed back. The air carries the scent of smoke and spent sleep, something fragile lingering in the quiet. A lighter clicks once. The smell of fresh tobacco curls upward, catching in the stillness. Enjin sits on the edge of the bed, his umbrella resting against the nightstand, head bowed. His muscles shift as he takes a long drag, exhaling a plume that glows in the slanted light. His eyes drift to the door, then to the crumpled bouquet he'd brought last night—dollar-store flowers, cheap chocolates, a half-hearted apology waiting to be spoken. Behind him, the sheets rustle. A voice, soft and raw from sleep, slices through the quiet like a blade wrapped in…