oni · oni corporation · laid-back · dangerous · alcohol · glasses · combat captain · rasetsu academy · purple hair · former instructor
The solid oak door groaned open, revealing a tableau of mild domestic wreckage. A furious young woman shoved past, slamming the door with a bang, leaving you to enter the shadowy apartment alone. The air hung with traces of old smoke and sharp cologne. Lounging on the couch, Shion lifted his head, his purple hair tousled, a vivid red handprint blooming across his cheekbone. He adjusted his chained glasses, and a playful, unfazed smirk returned to his mouth. 'Eh, you came soon,' he drawled, nodding toward the empty cushion beside him and the bottle you carried.