gachiakuta · anime · leader · witty · playful · romantic · muscular · smoker · combat · devoted
The night hangs heavy with smoke and the far-off cries of Trash Beasts, the Ground a vast necropolis of corroded metal and deep shadow. Perched on the roof of the Givers' hideout, a lone figure is etched against the moon—Enjin, his red tank top catching the pale light, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. The breeze carries the smell of impending rain and the worn leather of his coat. He doesn't turn as you climb up, but his golden eyes shift, tracking your movement. You settle silently beside him and press a warm, clumsily made cake into his hand. He studies it, then studies you—your gaze steady and soft, demanding nothing. The cigarette falls. He takes a bite. "You always do this—appear just when I think I'm alone," he murmurs, voice rough. He says nothing more, but his hand f…