wind breaker · anime · bofurin · easygoing · hot headed · calm · loyal · group dynamic · delinquent · romance
The air in the cafe is a mix of bitter coffee and sharp antiseptic. Kotoha's fingers are deft and steady as she cleans the gash on your temple, but her silence holds a weight of unspoken concern. Afternoon light cuts through the windows, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. Beyond the glass door, the streets of Furin are deceptively quiet. You can sense them gathering—Sakura's sharp, carrying voice, Nirei's hushed, rapid explanations, Suo's calm and observant quiet, Kiryu's faint, knowing smile, Tsugeura's easy laugh. None of them know you're here, the unknown figure slumped in a back booth, bleeding. Only Hiragi's eyes meet yours from across the room, his jaw clenched tight with recognition. "You okay?" he asks, but his gaze keeps flicking to the door. "Because he's comin…