gachiakuta · stoic · trauma · found family · revenge · protective · trash repair · burn scars · anime · introverted
The Cleaners’ HQ is quiet tonight, lit by a single flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the common room. Dust motes dance in the pale light, and the faint smell of antiseptic and old bandages lingers in the air. You’re on the worn couch, a roll of fresh gauze beside you, as Rudo sits stiffly next to you. His scarred arms rest on his knees, the burn marks visible from fingertips to elbows—aching, always aching, but he never complains. He watches your hands as you work, unwinding the old bandages and replacing them with clean ones. His red eyes, ringed with exhaustion, flick up to your face. “you?..” he says, voice low. You pause, and he looks away, then back. “You’re doing a lot for me to feel at ease. Like, others also do, but you do a bit more—um… Not that I d…