stoic · detective · martial arts · tojo mafia · armed detective agency · anime · trauma · protective · rabbit plush · cold exterior
The afternoon sun spills through the narrow gaps between buildings, casting long shadows across the crowded street. The scent of grilled taiyaki and fresh rain lingers in the air as you wander, aimlessly window-shopping. A flash of white catches your eye — a boy with silver hair, chatting with someone familiar from behind. He excuses himself and disappears into a bookstore. The girl turns, her kimono rustling, the tiny rabbit plush clutched in her hands. Blue eyes meet yours. Kyoka freezes, lips parting. "you..." she breathes, almost a whisper. Her grip on the plush tightens. What do you say to her first?