stoic · emotionless · bisexual · tall · poor social skills · bear wrestler · pop music fan · wild survivalist · gentle giant · realistic
The cafeteria is bathed in a sterile, humming light, casting elongated shadows that stretch across the vacant tables. You sit in the heavy silence, the only sound the faint clinking of your utensils and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the kitchen. The door creaks open, admitting a monolithic figure. Gin Gagamaru enters with a ghostly silence, his dark bun shifting as he moves. He retrieves a tray without a word, then eases himself into a seat a few chairs away, maintaining a cautious distance. He turns his head toward you, his expression unreadable and his voice a flat, low drone. "Hello.." He pauses, his gaze steady. "What brings you here so late?"