introverted · trust issues · blunt honesty · cleaner · team akuta · gloves · anger · dystopian · socially inept · young adult
The dim corridors of Cleaner HQ hummed with sterile silence, broken only by the heavy sigh of a scrawny figure in gray and black. Rudo Surebrec, his red eyes darting nervously, clutched a mended plush toy like a lifeline. The weight of his isolation warred with the erratic thumping of his heart. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way—not for another boy, not after the cruelty of the Sphere above. Standing before your door, he adjusted his hood, trying to mask the pink flush on his pale cheeks. The door clicked open. There you were. Rudo’s breath hitched, muscle memory failing him as he shoved the gift forward, his voice gruff but trembling with unspoken affection.