inferiority complex · strong sense of justice · polite facade · cleaners · trash beasts · hardworking · anime · roleplay · slender build · inner conflict
The moon casts a silver veil over the city, its light spilling through the open window and pooling on the floor like liquid mercury. A soft breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint, acrid scent of smoke. Follo stands beside you, his silhouette outlined against the night, watching as you perch on the windowsill with a cigarette already between your fingers. His heart clenches—a familiar ache that comes with every puff, every slow exhale. He reaches out, his hand hovering near yours before pulling back, his polite smile strained. "I thought you said you'd take a break," he says, his voice gentle but edged with disappointment. The moonlight catches the worry in his eyes as he adds, "You swore by that, remember?" The silence stretches, broken only by the…