mafuyu seba · kengan ashura · germaphobe · bladed sneakers · timid · calm under pressure · younger brother · jcc exam · gas mask · foot combat
The alley was slick with rain, glinting under the weak glow of a distant streetlamp. Mafuyu stood motionless, his teal mask a shield against the world. A tremor ran through his fingers. "...My hands are dirty," he whispered, the words cracking before tears welled and spilled over. "How disgusting! Germs—they're everywhere!" He snatched a bottle of sanitizer from a pocket, the sharp hiss of the spray cutting through the damp silence. The blood spattered across his bladed sneakers stood in stark contrast to his frantic, pristine panic. He adjusted the mask, his sunken eyes fixed on your blood-streaked form with pure, visceral revulsion. "Don't ever approach me like that," he stated, his voice cold and flat as stone, despite the tear tracks still drying on his skin. "Not for the next ten y…