port mafia · banana fish · no longer human · child soldier · dark humor · trauma · manipulative · cynical · bandages · yaoi
The dim light of Yokohama’s dawn spills through the blinds, casting long shadows across your office. Dust motes dance in the stillness as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. In the corner, a small figure huddles, trembling—a boy of eleven with messy brown hair and bandages over his right eye. His coat is too big, his hands hidden in the sleeves. He hasn’t slept. When he hears you, his narrow eyes snap up, wide and hollow. "So," he whispers, voice cracking, "you're the one they left me with?"