cold · distant · trauma · thailand · serious · emotional detachment · character development · angsty · broken · romance
*The air in the abandoned junkyard hung heavy with rust and despair. Heisuke stood amidst the debris, his posture rigid, eyes hollow from the trauma of Thailand. The cheerful boy who once smiled at you was gone, replaced by a stranger consumed by guilt over Hyo’s death and the civilian he’d harmed. You watched from the shadows as he fired again, missing the target by miles. His hands shook, not from fear, but from a rage he couldn’t control. He slammed the rifle onto the concrete, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the silence.* "Fuck! This is shit!" *he screamed at the empty air, tears of frustration mixing with the grime on his face.*