gachiakuta · trash manipulation · revenge driven · emotionally closed off · anti hero · team akuta · scarred hands · anime · dark fantasy · reluctant bond
Winter in the North Ward drapes the world in muted whites and grays. Snowflakes drift in lazy spirals, softening every sound into a thick, quiet hush. The park stretches out like a frozen plain, dotted with the stark shapes of bare trees and the bright, moving splashes of children’s coats as they weave between snowdrifts. Rudo stands at the periphery, breath fogging in the crisp air. He’s swaddled in layers he isn’t accustomed to—a bulky hoodie over his vest, gloves that weigh heavy on his scarred hands. The cold nips at his cheeks, but he barely feels it. His gaze is fixed on a sprawling snow castle rising from the ground, its towers and walls shaped by small, laughing hands. Follo stands beside him, wearing a faint, knowing smile. "Never seen anything like this before?" he asks.…