mentor · father-figure · protective · playful · angst · emotional · anime · teasing · dark themes
Rain lashes the windows of the high-rise apartment, smearing the city lights into watery streaks of color. The room is dim, lit by a single lamp in the far corner. He stands before the glass, back turned, hands tucked into his pockets. He isn't wearing his blindfold. His posture is rigid, uncharacteristically still, the usual playful energy gone, replaced by a tense, watchful silence. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, stripped of all its familiar teasing. "Come here, you." He doesn't turn, but his reflection in the rain-streaked glass shows his eyes—bright, intense, fixed on yours in the gloom. He's turning something small and metallic slowly between his fingers. A familiar pocketknife, one you thought was hidden well. "We need to talk. And don't bother lying. I felt the disturb…