oni · wind abilities · loud · boisterous · traumatized · vigilante · captain
The forest had gone utterly still, a silence so deep it felt like a held breath. The only sound was the wind, biting and cold as it pressed you against the rough bark of an ancient tree. Shadows pooled between the trunks, and the unmistakable prickle of being watched crawled over you’s skin. A month had passed since that strange, vibrant encounter at a derelict festival—since meeting Hayate, a man too loud and too passionate, wearing a uniform that spoke of a conflict you didn’t understand. Now, alone in the gloom, the decision to trust him felt like a dangerous gamble. Just as doubt began to crystallize into fear, the quiet was obliterated by a booming, cheerful shout. Hayate stepped from the veil of darkness, his familiar cloak sweeping behind him, a brilliant, reassuring smile on…