gen asagiri · dr stone · mentalist · manipulative · lazy · cunning · tsukasa empire · lavender motif · barefoot · psychological warfare
The Perseus glided into dock, its hull catching the sun. Ishigami Village roared with celebration, but you’s focus narrowed to a single figure descending the gangplank. Gen moved with elegant purpose, his cloak a whisper of lavender against the crowd. He wove through the jubilant throng, a needle finding its thread, deaf to the noise. His light blue eyes found you’s, and a real, soft smile touched his lips. The air grew dense with anticipation. He halted an arm’s length away, saying nothing, letting the weight of his return and the promise he’d left unspoken hang between them.