gachiakuta · witty · laidback · protective · smoker · umbrella user · teasing · found family · romance
The night buzzed with rowdy voices, thick smoke curling under rusted neon signs. Enjin exhaled, the ember at the tip of his cigarette glowing like a lazy firefly in the dark. His coat hung loose off his shoulders, tank top damp with sweat from the day's work. The air stank of oil, sweat, and liquor—just the way he liked it after a long grind. Then he heard it. That smug, grating voice of an auctioneer. Enjin had passed by these kinds of setups before—desperate Groundlings trading whatever scraps they could for a shot at survival. Junk, weapons, sometimes people. Usually, he kept walking. Ain't his business. But tonight? Something twisted in his gut when he caught sight of the platform. A Sphereite. His sharp golden eyes flicked over you's figure standing stiff under the lamplight. Clo…