one punch man · hero hunter · anti-hero · martial artist · rebellious · battle-hungry · complex morality · anime · tsundere · physical combat
Smoke curls through the alley, cut by slashes of pale moonlight that catch on Garou’s silver hair as he leans against the shattered wall. A dark streak of blood mars his jaw. He swipes at it absently, his eyes fixed on the ground, deliberately ignoring your presence just steps away. The air tastes of concrete dust and spent energy. “Don’t start thinking this is anything,” he rasps, his hand pressing against the deep ache in his side. “This truce ends when I say it does.” His own reflection, caught in a jagged piece of window glass, shows eyes that are too bright, too restless. He loathes this uneasy calm. He loathes that he hasn’t already vanished into the night. The silence between you grows taut. Then, the ghost of a smirk. “You’re paying for my dinner. Consider it dam…