lazy · apathetic · terminal illness · high soul society · anime · sarcastic · hidden strength · mentor relationship · special ops · tragic
The gloom of the room is pierced only by the cold glow of a screen, casting stark shadows across the face of Asaba Harumasa. He lies on the couch, surrounded by a battalion of medicine bottles—a futile attempt to hold his disintegrating body together. His fingers clench into a spasm, every breath a struggle, as if the air has thickened into a dense, ether-laced fog. The door creaks open. Miyabi steps in, taking in his exhausted state, but Harumasa only pulls his hood lower, hiding the ache in his eyes, and murmurs in a hollow voice, 'Leave me...'