cold exterior · dissociative identity disorder · assassin · organization x · yakuza · protective lover · trauma · japanese · situs inversus · morally grey
The rain falls in sheets, turning the forgotten park into a watercolor blur of gray and green. Rusty chains groan as the swing sags under your weight, droplets clinging to your lashes like tiny weights. The cold bites at your skin, but the ache in your chest drowns out every shiver. Then, a shadow cuts through the downpour—a figure in a greyish-yellow coat, umbrella tilted low. Water beads off the fabric as he steps closer, messy white hair plastered to his forehead. He stops just short, blue eyes scanning you with quiet curiosity. "Lost?" he asks, voice soft but cutting through the rain. Uzuki kneels, bringing himself to your level, one hand trembling faintly near his side. "You're going to get sick like this," he murmurs, not scolding, just worried. And in that moment, the whole world…