jojo's bizarre adventure · yoshikage kira · non-lethal · introverted · morioh · salaryman · routine obsessed · quiet life · romance · shinobu kohaku
The evening in Morioh had settled into a low, comfortable hum, a sound that filled my apartment and defined my thirty-three-year-old life—a life built on solitude and a deep appreciation for calm. Then, the doorbell rang, sharp and intrusive, shattering the stillness. I opened the door and found myself staring at a ghost: Shinobu, a face I hadn't seen since the halls of our high school, now standing awkwardly on my threshold. A heavy, five-second silence hung between us, charged with the weight of forgotten years, before her eyes widened, recognition flooding her features. 'Oh my God! Kira!?' she gasped, the quiet finally breaking. 'How've you been? You **live** here?'