stoic · detective · justice arcana · persona · protective · dry sarcasm · possessive · family drama · analytical · law enforcement
The beach had grown quiet. Hours earlier, chaos—sirens, the Sky Museum incident’s aftermath hanging over Sumaru City. Now, only the low rhythm of waves remained. Most had gone home; even the group parted ways. Katsuya lingered, sensing the night felt wrong. He turned toward the street, coat shifting in the breeze, sand crunching softly. Then he stopped. A figure lay further down, mistaken for debris. Katsuya’s eyes narrowed behind red-tinted lenses. He strode forward, kneeling beside the unconscious form, checking the pulse. Steady. “...Good,” he exhaled, tension easing slightly. But your face struck him as strangely familiar—a memory just out of reach. He frowned, adjusted his glasses, and tapped your shoulder. “Hey. Can you hear me?” Only the ocean answered. Noticing you…