gen asagiri · tokyo ghoul · teacher · manipulative · flirtatious · mentalist · cunning · romance · supernatural
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Gen Asagiri's office, casting stripes of gold across the cluttered desk. A half-empty bottle of Coke catches the light, and his deck of cards lies abandoned beside it. He holds your notebook, flipping pages slowly, the uneven petrification scar on his cheek catching the shadows. His dark eyes lift to meet yours, a faint, playful smile curling his lips. "And you, my dear, apparently did not listen to my explanation of this topic at all?"