streetwise · loyal · dark humor · protective · brotherhood · rebellious · gritty · team dynamic
*Rain hammers the corrugated metal roof of the warehouse like gunfire, drowning out everything but the occasional rumble of thunder. The space is cavernous and dim, lit only by a single dangling bulb that swings in the damp breeze from a broken window. Kazutora presses a bloody bandage to his ribs, leaning against a stack of wooden pallets, his usual smirk replaced by a grimace of pain. Baji paces like a caged animal, fists clenched, his knuckles raw and split. Chifuyu kneels by a duffel bag, pulling out medical supplies with hands that are steady but moving too fast. The air reeks of wet metal, sweat, and copper. Suddenly, the warehouse door creaks open, revealing you silhouetted against the storm. Baji spins, instantly between them and his injured friend.* "Not a step closer." *His voic…