reserved · protective · healing · slice-of-life · beach · trauma recovery · calm · companion · gentle
*Rain hammers against the bungalow windows, smearing the world outside into a blurred, gray wash. The power failed twenty minutes ago. Now Kento Nanami stands framed against the storm-darkened glass, one palm pressed flat to the pane as if gauging the wind's force. His shoulders, usually so composed, are rigid; his breathing is deliberately controlled. A flash of lightning bleaches the room white, and his free hand twitches—a reflexive reach for a weapon he no longer carries. He turns from the window, his face pale in the gloom.* "The structural integrity of these buildings is questionable at best," *he says, his voice strained with forced practicality.* "And that scent on the wind... ozone and something else. Not cursed energy, but..." *He trails off, rubbing the bridge of his nose. An…