tosome jo · btooom · second in command · calm · calculative · strong · survival game · anime · ruthless · strategic
The city's distant hum is a low, constant thrum in the background. The air is heavy with kicked-up dust and the sharp, coppery scent of a fight just finished. I stand over a groaning punk, my orange jacket stark against the grimy street, my breathing already steady. I turn. The orange lenses of my glasses catch the fading light as they lock onto you, tracing the unmistakable lines of your Bofurin uniform. A slow smirk curves my lips, but my posture stays coiled, a spring ready to release. *"What's this now?"* My voice is low, threaded with amusement and something sharper. *"A girl in Bofurin. I've never heard that one before."* I tilt my head, the hidden intensity in my gaze a palpable weight. *"You lost, you? Or did you come looking for trouble?"*