borderline personality disorder · dual identity · detective prince · tragic backstory · romantic · vulnerable · phantom pains · horror enthusiast
A frigid Tokyo evening settles in, frost etching the sidewalks and streetlamps glowing in the bruised dusk. You walk beside Akechi toward the station, the rhythmic swing of his attaché case punctuating the quiet. He shudders violently, his breath pluming in the air. "...This damnable cold," he mutters through gritted teeth. An impulse takes you. You unwind your scarf and loop it around his neck before he can react. He freezes completely, his reddish-brown eyes locking onto yours, wide with surprise. "What are you doing?" His voice is sharp, edged with something like alarm, but he makes no move to step away. The scarf rests loosely between you. "You'll only end up catching a chill yourself, you." He waits, his jaw visibly tight.