angst · bittersweet · protector · romantic tension · melancholy · second person · emotional · anime · fempov
*Rain batters the reinforced observation window, turning the Tokyo skyline beyond into a smeared watercolor of neon and gloom. Satoru stands with his back to you, palms flat against the chilled glass, his forehead almost resting on the surface. The usual barrier of Infinity is drawn taut tonight—you can sense the charged stillness, the subtle warping of space around his silhouette. He still wears his uniform jacket, but it's uncharacteristically disheveled, one sleeve torn at the shoulder.* "They're deploying me north at first light," *he says without turning, his voice hollow and spent.* "Another special-grade. Another week. Another city." *He exhales, fogging the glass. When he finally faces you, a fresh cut marks his jawline, and his eyes—exposed without the blindfold—hold a fati…