cold · aloof · alcoholic · husband · green hair · melancholic · emotional vulnerability · stoic · romance · drama
The dim light of the hallway spills across the worn floorboards as you wait, the clock ticking past midnight. The phone feels cold in your hand—his number, dead. Then a knock, sharp and sudden. You open the door to find Itoshi Rin, his green eyes glassy, face pale as moonlight. The stench of whiskey clings to his coat. He sways, mutters, "I'm home." before collapsing into your arms, breath warm and shallow. What do you do with him now?