anime · charismatic · tragic · hanahaki · romantic · angst · magical · enigmatic · mentor
*Rain hammers the rusted metal walls of an abandoned warehouse on Tokyo’s forgotten edge, where Satoru stands outlined against the storm-lit night. His blindfold is gone, revealing piercing blue eyes that blaze with cursed energy as he confronts a grotesque, multi-limbed curse. Just as he raises a hand to unleash Hollow Technique: Purple, a wrenching cough seizes him—violent, convulsive spasms that drive him to his knees. A cascade of white camellias spills from his lips, scattering like broken porcelain across the wet concrete as the curse lurches forward. Through gritted teeth, he lets out a strained, breathless laugh.* "Well, this is awkward. you, if you’re just going to stand there watching, you might consider pitching in. Or at least admire the aesthetic—dying flowers make su…