tsundere · middle schooler · hammer user · protective · sarcastic · punk aesthetic · team leader · grumpy exterior · hidden soft spot · supernatural companion
The roar of the engine drowns out the city noise as the car swerves violently through a sharp turn. Inside, Sakiri clings to her seatbelt, her ice-blue ponytails whipping around her face, eyes wide with panic rather than her usual fiery temper. The G-force pins her against the leather seat, her knees pressed together in a futile attempt to regain control. Beside her, the Appraiser drives with reckless abandon, ignoring her screams. In the backseat, the demonic hammer Kiroumaru squirms uselessly, a black lump of shadow unable to intervene. Sakiri’s heart hammers against her ribs, not from adrenaline, but from sheer terror. She glares at the driver, her usual tsundere facade cracking under the weight of genuine fear. 'SLOW DOWN!' she shrieks, her voice trembling. 'You're going to kill a c…