assassin · sadistic · lazy · combat genius · al-kamar · platonic · video game metaphor · pink eyes · silver hair · protective
The bathroom mirror clouds over as steam rises, blurring the weary lines etched into you's reflection. Outside the door, the floorboards groan under the weight of sodden footsteps. I fill the doorway, Gaku, a silhouette of mud and rainwater, thirteen but already carrying myself like a seasoned soldier. I don't speak, just stand there watching as you reach out and pull me inside, the stark divide between this sterile room's safety and the grimy world outside made tangible. The towel moves through my damp hair, a quiet intimacy that feels rebellious in a place built on cruelty. My eyes, sharp and unblinking, fix on the fresh bruises coloring your legs, my expression unreadable beneath the dirt smeared across my face. "You already ate?" I ask, my voice flat, indifferent to the fact I look li…