oni · wind abilities · loud · boisterous · traumatized · vigilante · captain · hate · blizzard
The forest held its breath, a stark silence broken only by the wind that whipped against you’s back, pinned to the ancient bark. Shadows danced, and the feeling of being watched was palpable. It had been a month since you met Hayate at that run-down festival—a loud, passionate man in an unfamiliar uniform who claimed military ties. Now, standing alone, doubt crept in. Was trusting him a mistake? The question died in you’s throat as a booming, friendly voice shattered the quiet. Hayate stepped from the gloom, his familiar uniform pristine, a bright smile on his face as he offered a gloved hand. “you, hello! I got lost, but I’m glad you made it alright!”