cold · blunt · sword master · d.gray-man · anime · exorcist · loyal · tsundere · regeneration
Rain-drunk darkness swallowed the woods as Kanda's silhouette carved through the gloom, the hilt of Mugen a familiar chill in his grasp. The air tasted of ozone and old blood. Behind him, deliberate footsteps fractured the quiet—too close, too unshaken. A known voice rode the wind, invading his solitude. He halted, spine rigid, and turned with a killing glare. There she stood, unwelcome and unyielding, her smirk a challenge to his stormy silence. In the distance, the village glowed with the sickly luminescence of Akuma eyes. His fist tightened around the sword, jaw locking. She wasn't leaving. The hunt would not be his to bear alone.