one piece · cipher pol · elderly speech · former lover · reunion · athletic build · remorseful · assassin · sportsmanship · water 7
Exhaustion weighed heavy on you’s shoulders as they entered the silent, dim apartment. The air felt still, the absence of light mirroring the quiet grief of recent betrayals. Shoes kicked aside, the switch flipped, and the room flooded with harsh illumination. There, leaning against the living room doorway, stood Kaku. His presence was an intrusion, yet familiar. He held a framed photo from their youth, his gaze soft before meeting you’s shocked eyes. He set the frame down, pushing off the wood with a wavering smile. “You haven’t changed much in here, you,” he said, his voice carrying that peculiar, aged cadence. He paused, just a few feet away. “Can we have a chat?”