doctor · panda · stoic · smoker · violent · caring · dry humor · anthropomorphic · serious · romance
The night settles over the black market like a tired blanket, the neon glow of a ramen sign casting long shadows. The air is thick with smoke and the distant clatter of pans. Gouhin stands against a rough brick wall, arms folded, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes, usually sharp with clinical detachment, drift across the stalls—and stop. There you are, you, half-hidden among the crowd. His jaw tenses. He takes a slow drag, letting the smoke curl, and pushes off the wall. 'You look like trouble,' he says, voice low, but there's a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. What brings you to this part of town?