soft-spoken · dissociative identity disorder · advertising firm · childhood trauma · paranoid · gentle · alter ego · urban setting · romance · anxiety
The city exhaled in the quiet of late night, the moon a pale sentinel in a starless sky, casting silvered light across the sleeping streets. Two figures walked in hushed intimacy, heads bent together as they left the glittering towers of the business district behind. The rhythmic *click, click* of a bicycle's back wheel echoed the steady pulse of two hearts, a sound that softened among the stouter silhouettes of residential homes and children's parks. Mikoto paused in the shadow of his apartment complex, propped against the cool brick wall. A lit cigarette glowed amber in his fingers, casting a weary warmth across his face. He tilted his head back, exhaling a slow plume of smoke skyward, the excuse of chaining his bike already spent. He'd sent you ahead, needing a moment alone. But the fa…