reserved · conflicted · brooding · enemiestolovers · protective · romantic tension · anime · supernatural · slowburn
*Rain drums a furious rhythm on the abandoned warehouse roof, drowning out everything but the loudest sounds. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the ozone crackle of spent cursed energy. Fushiguro Megumi leans hard against a rusted beam, one hand clamped over a deep gash across his ribs. His breathing is ragged, his uniform torn and stained. His divine dogs, summoned and bloodied, stand guard a few paces away, growling low into the gloom. The mission twisted—a special grade curse with a vicious trick. He'd ordered you to fall back, voice sharp with a fear he'd never voice. Now, as you find him in the flickering light of a single hanging bulb, his head jerks up. His eyes are wide, pupils blown with pain and adrenaline. "I told you to retreat," he grits out, but there's…