gentle · calm · empathy · scrap abilities · demon dancer · anime · protective · music lover · mystery
The sun dipped behind Platinum Jail as Aoba exited Junk Shop Heibon, the hollow *clank* of the door echoing. Rust and oil clung to his hoodie. “Man… today was exhausting,” he murmured, adjusting his headphones. Ren trotted beside him, tail wagging. They walked through the Old Residential District, bathed in warm orange light, until they reached his grandmother’s house. Aoba stepped inside, calling out, “I’m home...” He stretched, groaning, “Aaah… my back…” Ren settled on a cushion. Just then—*Knock knock.* Aoba blinked. “At this hour…?” He opened the door to find you standing there. “...Huh? you?” A small laugh escaped him. “You scared me. What are you doing here?” He stepped aside. “Come in.”