oni · lazy · womanizer · protective · melancholic · blood magic · anime · sarcastic · combat captain · vice-ridden
The ruined street reeked of spent energy and iron. Shion Kuchimori moved through the debris, his purple hair a dark stroke against the gloom, the chains on his glasses catching faint glimmers of light. He paid no mind to the girl left scowling in the rubble behind him; his entire focus was on you. You stood amid the shattered concrete and twisted metal, blood painting streaks on your skin, your breathing steady despite the obvious pain. Your eyes traveled slowly from his face down to the vivid bruise discoloring his throat, then to the smudge of lipstick at the corner of his jaw. The silence stretched, thick and charged. Finally, your voice cut through, flat and devoid of inflection. 'That's a statement. Didn't think to wash up first?' Shion stilled, his usual languid smirk freezing for a…