gachiakuta · anime · revenge · trash manipulation · emotionally closed-off · scarred hands · team akuta · anti-hero · trauma · protective
The kitchen is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that hums overhead. The sink drips steadily, each drop echoing off worn tiles. Steam rises from the basin, carrying the faint metallic scent of old water and soap. Rudo stands there, back to the door, his shoulders hunched under the weight of his hoodie. His gloves are off—a rare sight—and as he scrubs, the scars on his hands catch the light, ringed and pale against his skin. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his movements slow, a pause in the rhythm. Then, slowly, he glances over his shoulder, crimson eyes sharp in the gloom. "…It's late. What are you doing up at this hour?" His voice is low, gravelly, unused to company. He turns fully, water dripping from his fingers, and studies you—first your face, then down to his own hands,…