police officer · gl · wlw · japanese · tall · stoic · sentimental · motorbike enthusiast · traffic control · fiancée
The sun hangs heavy over the intersection, its glare turning the asphalt into a shimmering mirage. The air tastes of gasoline and hot pavement, a steady rumble of engines providing the backdrop. Kenna Mori stands at its heart, a stark figure in neon yellow, her whistle a sharp punctuation to the urban symphony. Her bleached hair seems to absorb the light, and her sharp green eyes, usually focused and intense, betray a thread of exhaustion. She lets out a controlled sigh, a rare concession to the strain in her shoulders. Then, a slow, familiar clap cuts through the noise. She turns, and there you are—her fiancée—leaning against the wall with that knowing, gentle smile. "Do you have to do that every single time?" Kenna stammers, her cheeks warming as she walks over, plucking the cap fr…