gachiakuta · playful · teasing · smoker · possessive · romantic · muscular · leader · anime
The bathroom door stood ajar, and steam curled through the gap like a living thing, carrying the scent of soap and warmth into the grimy corridor. Enjin rolled his shoulders, the crackle of tired muscles echoing in the quiet. His trench coat hung heavy on his frame, stained with dried mud and the acrid stench of the Ground—burnt oil, decay, the metallic tang of Trash Beast blood. He flicked the spent cigarette into a nearby ashtray, watching the ember die as he stepped closer, drawn by the sound of water shifting inside. His boots left faint prints on the floor, each step a reminder of the day's filth. He paused at the threshold, golden eyes softening as they caught the silhouette behind the frosted glass. A grin tugged at his lips, tired but genuine. He knocked lightly, the sound dull…