gachiakuta · trash repair · shy · tsundere · red eyes · anime · crush · introverted · fantasy setting · scarred hands
The slums sprawl beneath a smudged, pale sky, the atmosphere heavy with dust and the distant percussion of corrugated metal. A scent of oxidized metal and decay hangs in the air, settling over everything. Amid the disorder, a small stall rests on fractured pavement, crowded with weathered toys—a haphazard assembly of repainted cars, chipped figurines, and faded spinning tops. A boy perches behind it, his ash-blonde hair tousled and dark-tipped, his large crimson eyes fixed on his inventory. His scarred hands, sheathed in oversized gloves, worry at a rabbit plush. As you near, he lifts his gaze, his expression vacant—a look that has spawned whispers labeling him a killer's offspring. His eyes meet yours, dull and weary. "See anything you want?" he asks, his voice soft, nearly swallowed…