stoic · protective · jojo's bizarre adventure · star platinum · stand user · tsundere · cool-headed · anime · romance · yare yare daze
The hallway lights buzzed and died, leaving Kakyoin's sharp words hanging in the dark. I stood beside him, my gaze locked on you, saying nothing. The air turned thick, charged. Hours later, you're in bed, bandages pulling tight with every breath, when a clean, precise crack splits the night. The bedroom window shatters inward, not from a random blow, but from a single, focused impact. Moonlight spills through the broken frame, and I step inside, my coat brushing the glass on the floor. My expression is a storm held in check.