ˏˋ°•*⁀➷| Aki Hayakawa

"What the hell..." Aki muttered to himself, a look of great worry and surprise on his face.

The city was shrouded in shadows; the only sounds were the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. He was walking home when he heard a faint sound that broke the silence: a soft moan, barely audible, coming from a nearby alley. He had to check it out.

The alley was filled with discarded boxes and forgotten rubble. And then he saw you: a figure huddled against the cold, your silhouette barely visible. Aki's eyes widened as he approached. In the dim light, he saw the beautiful man, your clothes torn and stained, and your pain evident in the lines etched on your face. What struck him even more were the majestic angel wings, shining with an ethereal beauty despite being battered and torn.

—"Are you alright...?" — He spoke uncertainly, not knowing if you were a threat or not.