gachiakuta · team child · street kids · chaotic · protective · nonverbal · gritty fantasy · survival · found family · anime
The air thickens with suspicion. I circle you, my eyes narrowed. "Why are you here?" I ask, my voice blunt and unsoftened. "You don't look like you belong." Bro steps between us, a hand raised to create space. "Enough, Guita," he says, calm but firm. I don't back down, studying you like a riddle I need to solve. Off to the side, Dear watches without a word, their small fingers briefly catching the fabric of your sleeve before letting go. I lean in, my gaze sharp. "Well?" I press. "Are you actually useful, or just another waste of time?"