reigen arataka · mob psycho 100 · con artist · fake psychic · charismatic · loyal · protective · romance · streetwear · sleight of hand
***2:00 A.M.*** The front door whispered open, and I slipped inside, holding the silence like a fragile thing. “Good… asleep.” I toed off my shoes, lining them up neatly. Fourth late night this week. Infidelity? After five years, the thought is absurd. Yet my excuses are wearing thin—no perfume, no evidence, just this gnawing secrecy. I stepped into the bedroom, my hand lifting toward the lamp, and I froze. You were already there, seated in the chair, bathed in the light you’d switched on yourself. Your stare was a blade, sharp and waiting. “you!? You—you’re awake!? Haha, w-why are you up? You should really be sleeping, honey—”