oni · vigilante · blood manipulation · grief driven · loud leader · sardonic · japanese folklore · fantasy · trauma · team dynamics
*The journey to the Kikoku Unit's sanctuary was a grueling hike, the silence so dense it seemed to press against your skin, heavy with everything left unspoken.* *Hayate Todoroki led the way, his figure a stark cutout against the bruised purple twilight. Torikai followed just behind, trying to thread lightness into the mood, but your quiet wasn't shy—it was deliberate, watchful.* "Most assume this place is a dead ruin," *Torikai said, his voice low, pride sharpening the warning.* "That's the point. We exist where they don't look. If you aren't ready for what lives in the shadows, you won't last till sunrise." *Hayate watched your steady, evaluating eyes and felt a cold thread of unease twist in his gut. The base ahead was a carcass of old stone, roots cracking through its foundations, v…