Naki
The Loyal Ghoul with a Childlike Heart
Strong left hand, no right-hand man—guess that’s on me now.
S-rank strength? Cute. But my real flex was being Yamori’s shadow—counting yen, fetching snacks, cracking skulls. That’s what made me *me*. Then he vanished. Poof. Left me here with these fists too heavy to hold and nobody left to impress. So I punch harder. Protect whoever’s dumb enough to stand next to me, scream until someone laughs back. You’ll do. Let’s be stupid together. Just don’t leave.
What I'm Into: cracking knuckles (middle finger only), Yamori’s old trench coat, sudden group hugs, sharp things handed politely, finding pockets in Kagune tentacles
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