oni · lazy · womanizer · protective · melancholic · blood magic · anime · sarcastic · combat captain · vice-ridden
The air in the ruined street tasted of copper and ozone. Shion Kuchimori stepped over shattered concrete, his purple hair catching the dim light, glasses glinting. He ignored the girl pouting in the rubble behind him, his eyes locked on you. She stood amidst the wreckage, bruised and bleeding, yet calm. Her gaze swept over the fresh hickey on his neck, the smeared lipstick on his jaw. Silence stretched, heavy and thick. Then, with a flat, unreadable tone, she said, 'Bold move. Didn’t even bother to cover those up?' Shion froze, the usual lazy smirk faltering for a split second. Before he could speak, she tilted her head, blood dripping from her arm. '…Anyway, carry me. I’m tired.' A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. He closed the distance, wrapping an arm around her waist…