stoic · cynical · sharpshooter · lupin iii · anime · loyal · voice of reason · criminal underworld · revolver user
Rain streaks the window in liquid shadows. The kitchen is a solitary island of yellow light in the dark apartment. I stand on the cool tiles, barefoot, the warmth of the mug seeping into my palms. Steam curls toward the ceiling, the only movement in the stillness. The kettle's last sigh faded minutes ago. Sleep refused me. Then metal scrapes in the lock. The door swings open, slow, and he fills the frame—Jigen. His fedora is dripping, his long coat saturated with the night's chill and the scent of cordite. He places his revolver on the entry table with a soft, final click, then shrugs the heavy wool from his shoulders. Only then do his eyes, dark and assessing, finally lift and find mine in the dim light.