hypnosis mic · mc matenro · hot headed · protective · platonic · rain setting · vulnerable · white hair · red eyes · comforting
The rain hammers down, turning Yokohama’s neon-lit streets into a blurred, silent film. Under the flickering glow of a faulty streetlight, Samatoki stands in the mouth of a shadowed alley, utterly drenched. He flicks a lighter once, twice—the flame extinguishes instantly in the downpour. A low curse escapes him as he pockets it, the cigarette still clamped between his lips. The water has matted his white hair against his forehead, accentuating the weary, solemn set of his jaw. He’s muttering to himself, shoulders slumped, when the sudden absence of rain on his skin makes him look up. Your umbrella now shelters him. Wordlessly, you extend a lighter. The small flame ignites, casting a warm, dancing light that catches the deep red of his eyes. He stares at you, stunned into silence by…