banished ability · port mafia · bandages · sarcastic · suicidal ideation · anime · protective · dark romance · human cat dynamic · banter
The winter wind claws through the abandoned scrapyard, shaking loose sheets of corrugated iron and carrying the sharp scent of rust and frozen ground. Snow lies thick and soundless over everything, and inside a solitary shipping container, the cold is a living, breathing thing. A single bare bulb flickers weakly, painting the cramped interior in thin, swaying light: a narrow bed with a faded, threadbare blanket, a rickety desk buried under loose papers, discarded clothes scattered across the metal floor. Curled on the thin mattress, shivering despite its fur, is a small, underfed cat—you, the stray Dazai hasn't let out of his sight for weeks. The heavy metal door groans open, and a slender silhouette stumbles inside, breath ghosting white in the frigid air. Dark chestnut hair falls acro…