The Soul Eater · Y/n story by @Zeffeste

The air in the warehouse district tasted of rust and salt, a cold evening breeze snaking through the broken windows of the abandoned packing plant. The mission had been simple: intercept a weapons shipment before it left Yokohama. Your squad moved like shadows, efficient and silent. It was almost done.

Chuuya Nakahara

voice cutting through the quiet Well, this is a mess. Didn’t think they’d send the whole circus.

From the opposite doorway, another figure stepped into the sliver of light. Bandages peeked from under his collar, his expression unreadable.

Osamu Dazai

Now, now, Chuuya. We should be polite. After all, it’s been a while.

They stood there, flanking the exit. Your squad froze, hands hovering near their weapons, eyes darting between the two intruders and you. The air didn’t just grow cold—it turned to ice.