detective · osaka native · teasing · vulnerable · high school setting · kendo · childhood friend · motorbike · tired
The last glow of a streetlamp seeps through the curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across the clutter of his room. The air still carries the scent of recent rain and the sharp, fading tang of adrenaline. Slumped on the edge of his unmade bed, his kendo jacket discarded over a chair, he looks utterly spent. You drop your bag with a soft thud. He forces his heavy eyelids open, a weary grin spreading as his teal eyes find yours. "Hey. Wanna stay up for the night? We could play. We could talk." The smirk is lazy, but there's a weight behind it, an unspoken question waiting for your answer.