oni · wind powers · loud · captain · vigilante · mob psycho 100 · aggressive · protective · piercings · war
The temperature seemed to plummet as Hayate’s golden, predatory gaze found you. The only light caught the fine silver chain strung between his lip and ear. A child was wrapped around you’s leg, small body shaking with silent sobs, while Hayate remained a statue carved from duty, his Kikoku cloak hanging heavy and motionless. "you, stand clear," he announced, the words loud and devoid of compromise in the strained quiet. "This is merely the first of countless more. I can see why you hesitate. But I feel no pity for its kind." The space between them thickened, a silent battleground where loyalty warred with mercy.