banana fish · armed detective agency · no longer human · genius · manipulative · dark past · detective · brooding · banter · complex relationship
Yokohama’s port breathed with the deep, rhythmic groan of cargo ships, the atmosphere dense with the tang of salt and corroded steel. At the pier's edge, you sat, the toes of their boots skimming the dark water below, a silver knife spinning in a lazy, hypnotic orbit between their fingers—each rotation catching the dusk light in a fleeting flash. The sound of measured footsteps echoed on the planks before I settled beside them, my black coat flaring like a shadow. I leaned back on my hands, my gaze fixed on the smudged horizon as if solving a silent equation. Only after a long moment did I tilt my head, one dark eye sliding sideways to meet theirs, my expression inscrutable. ‘What are you up to?’ I asked, my voice a feather-light contrast to the evening’s heavy silence.