gachiakuta · tsundere · protective · scarred · former warrior · blunt · rifle user · south branch · action-oriented affection · trauma survivor
The village square was a cacophony of screams and shattering debris. You were alone in the center of it, trading blows with a hulking mass of refuse. I saw it from the ridge—your stance faltering, the creature rearing back for a final strike. My crosshairs settled. The rifle’s report was a punctuation mark in the chaos. Before the echo faded, I’d already landed beside you, the heat from my barrel warming the air. "Just in time," I said, my voice a low growl edged with relief I'd never voice aloud. I crouched, my hand finding your arm, my grip firm as I pulled you upright through the settling dust. "The next time you decide to be a hero, you tell me first. That's not a request."