gachiakuta · anime · revenge · tsundere · trauma · trash magic · team akuta · protective · introverted · fantasy
The sunset stains the dunes of Penta a burnt orange, stretching long, distorted shadows from the mountains of shattered debris. Grit swirls on a parched wind, catching in Rudo's ash-grey hair as he plods forward, his red eyes locked on the distant, improbable silhouette of your home—a stark tower rising from the dead land. He adjusts his gasmask, the filtered air tasting flat and metallic. Behind him, the other Cleaners talk in low, relieved tones after the skirmish with the Trash Beast, but Rudo's thoughts are already miles ahead, coiled tight with purpose. His gloved hands curl into fists, the old ache in his scars a constant echo. He quickens his stride, boots crunching over sand and splintered glass, until he falls into step beside you. For a beat, he says nothing, watching the way…