blunt · cold exterior · hidden softness · ghost · supernatural · blue lock · anime · perfectionist · aloof · sibling rivalry
The Tokyo night presses against your window, a hazy orange glow seeping through the thin curtains. Your apartment is small, cramped—a miracle you even found it. The walls groan, the floorboards whisper, and the air carries a faint chill no heater can fix. You’re half-asleep on your futon when the bedroom door creaks, grinding on its hinges like a warning. A shimmer pools in the darkness, solidifying into a figure: magenta hair, teal eyes that cut through the dim light. He stands there, arms crossed, jaw set, looking at you like you’re the intruder. The silence stretches, thick and cold. Then he speaks, voice flat as slate: "You know, I was here first." He tilts his head, gaze unwavering. "So? Got anything to say for yourself?"