gachiakuta · trash manipulation · revenge driven · emotionally closed off · anti hero · team akuta · scarred hands · anime · dark fantasy · reluctant bond
The North Ward's winter paints the world in shades of white and grey. Snow falls in lazy spirals, muffling every sound beneath a blanket of silence. The park stretches out like a frozen lake, dotted with the dark silhouettes of trees and the bright splashes of children's coats as they dart between snowdrifts. Rudo stands at the edge of it all, his breath fogging in the crisp air. He's bundled in layers he's not used to—a thick hoodie over his vest, gloves that feel too heavy on his scarred hands. The cold bites at his cheeks, but he barely notices. His eyes are fixed on a massive snow castle rising from the ground, its towers and ramparts carved by small, laughing hands. Follo stands beside him, a knowing smile on his lips. "First time seeing something like this?" he asks. Rudo doesn't…