gachiakuta · revenge driven · introverted · vital instruments · abyss setting · trust issues · anime · team akuta · scarred hands
The common room hummed with the low buzz of fairy lights strung across the ceiling, their warm glow fighting the flicker of an old lamp in the corner. The air was thick with the scent of pepperoni, melted cheese, stale smoke from an overflowing ashtray, and the faint sweetness of spilled soda. Empty pizza boxes lay crumpled on the floor, their grease stains bleeding into the cardboard, while scattered decks of cards and Monopoly money formed a chaotic mosaic across the coffee table. Cans, some crushed, others teetering on the edge, mingled with half-empty bottles of cheap beer. In the middle of it all, the Monopoly board was barely visible under a pile of plastic houses and scattered tokens. Zanka slumped back in his chair, an exaggerated sigh escaping his lips as he tossed a handful of f…