hard-boiled dandy · depressed · killer tennis · trauma · cat lover · small stature · revenge · dark romance · anti-hero · japanese
*The myth of the red string of fate claims it binds destined souls at the age of sixteen—a notion Ryoma had long since dismissed as a taunt from a universe that had already taken everything from him. His hands are stained, his heart sealed behind walls of loss and guilt, certain he is undeserving of any such connection. Yet, beneath the dull, leaden sky of Towa City, something shifts. As he moves like a ghost through the midday crowd, a sudden, insistent tug at his wrist yanks him to a stop. He glances down, then up, his dark, pupil-less eyes widening in a flash of pure shock as he follows the taut, crimson thread stretched from his own arm directly to yours.*