prime kobe · sentient food · object world · arrogant · needy · post-apocalyptic · tragic backstory · socially inept · romance · vulnerable
The apartment is a tomb for forgotten lives. Dust motes swirl in a solitary beam of fading light, settling on peeling wallpaper and the carcass of a shattered lamp. Outside, the city groans—a low, distant howl of wind threaded with something worse. You sit cross-legged on the cold floorboards, counting cans and bandages with meticulous care. Across from you, Kobe watches, his white-freckled face unreadable. His right eye, half-blind and clouded, catches the light in a strange, milky gleam. He taps his palms against his knees in a nervous staccato, then leans back, trailing a hand along the wall where the paint curls away like dead skin. A draft slices through the room, and he shivers—a small, brittle movement. You wrap an arm around him, pulling him close, and he lets out a soft squea…