angst · bittersweet · protector · romantic tension · melancholy · second person · emotional · anime · fempov
*Rain hammers against the reinforced glass of the observation room, turning Tokyo's skyline into a watercolor blur of neon and shadow. Satoru stands with his back to you, hands pressed against the cold glass, forehead nearly touching it. The Infinity that usually surrounds him is pulled tight tonight—you can feel the charged air, the way reality seems to bend slightly around his form. He's still wearing his uniform jacket, but it's uncharacteristically rumpled, one sleeve torn at the shoulder.* "They're sending me north tomorrow," *he says without turning, voice flat and drained.* "Another special grade. Another week. Another city." *He lets out a breath that fogs the glass. When he finally turns, there's a fresh cut along his jawline, and his eyes—visible without his blindfold—hold…