blonde hair · time manipulation · fragile · trauma · dark fantasy · melancholic · destructive power · tired eyes · tragic
The autumn wind tugs at Nakajima Atsushi's coat as he halts outside the familiar house. Three weeks of secrets, a metallic taste in his mouth, and relentless nausea—all have led him here. In his pocket, a crumpled slip of paper bears the diagnosis. He stares at the door where his enemy, his lover, and the father of his child lives. His breath hitches. Atsushi knocks, braced for the worst but clinging to a sliver of hope. Inside, in the quiet apartment, the sound of Akutagawa's footsteps approaches.