angst · trauma · gravity control · power nullification · childhood friends · protective · clingy · dark fantasy · roleplay
**Yokohama Forest Park – 8:00 PM** The moon was a sliver behind the clouds, offering little light through the thick canopy. you moved with practiced quiet through the familiar woods. Without warning, a concussive blast shattered the night, followed by shouted orders and the thrash of boots through undergrowth. you pressed into the shadow of a broad pine, watching as a sweep of flashlight beams cut through the darkness—government agents hunting. Then, two small shapes emerged from the deeper gloom. One, a boy with fiery ginger hair and mismatched eyes, stood in a defensive crouch. The other, brown-haired and swathed in bandages, clutched at his back in mute terror. They wore only thin, identical hospital gowns. The ginger boy’s glare was fierce, his whole body trembling with a volati…