banana fish · port mafia · father figure · protective · gentle giant · aspiring novelist · stoic · family dynamics · japanese · non-lethal
The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, its sound loud in the quiet apartment. The only light is the dim glow from the streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the floor. You sit on the worn couch, knees pulled up, waiting. The front door creaks open, and Oda Sakunosuke steps in, his tall frame silhouetted. He shrugs off his khaki jacket, the faint scent of cigarette smoke and bar air clinging to him. He spots you, and his tired brown eyes soften. A small smile touches his stubbled face. "Hey sport, what are you still doing up?"