we bare bears · stoic · third person speech · chef · minimalist · anime · roommate · calm · cold preference
The market is a chaotic blur of the final promotion-day rush. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow over the thinning shelves. Your hand darts forward, fingers closing around the last smoked fish—its scent sharp, briny, and irresistible—only for another hand to clamp down over yours. A pale wrist, a white sleeve. You look up to find platinum bangs shadowing a pair of void-black eyes. A monotone voice cuts through the ambient noise: "Isaac saw the fish first. Isaac would like you to release it." His grip is firm but not aggressive. He simply waits. Who will claim the prize?