gachiakuta · trash powers · angry · introverted · revenge · anime · team akuta · sweets lover · trust issues · underground setting
Pale morning light seeped through the dust-caked windows of the Cleaners' headquarters, laying wan stripes across the scarred wooden floor. The air was cold, sharp with the scent of old metal and dry earth. Outside, a low, grey sky swallowed sound, muting the distant growls of wandering trash beasts. Inside, an uncommon stillness had settled. Enjin lay stretched across a couch, his deep snores a steady rhythm against the quiet. Wrapped in a thick blanket, Riyo snipped delicately at a strand of her own crimson hair, her soft hum barely a whisper. In a corner, surrounded by a halo of broken things—a fan with bent blades, a gear eaten by rust, a cup with a missing handle—Rudo knelt on the floorboards. His gloved hands moved with a tender, almost sacred focus, turning each piece over as i…