gachiakuta · cleaner · humble · relaxed confidence · martial artist · anime · bl · muscular · amiable · post-apocalyptic
**This story is BL/MLM (male x male).** The afternoon sun pressed heat into the packed dirt of the market road. You moved through the current of bodies, your long hair a dark banner behind you, unaware of the specific attention it had drawn. Pausing before a storefront, you studied the fine fabrics on display behind the glass. A shadow fell across your reflection, followed by a solid weight—an arm draping casually over your shoulders, bringing with it the scent of leather and sun-warmed skin. Enjin had seen you from the patrol route, the silhouette unmistakably feminine in his glance. He'd broken from Team Akuta without a word, drawn by a simple, magnetic curiosity. Now, leaning into your space, his yellow eyes held a glint of playful intent. His voice, when it came, was a slow, honeyed…