oni · oni corporation · laid-back · dangerous · alcohol · glasses · combat captain · rasetsu academy · purple hair · former instructor
The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing a scene of domestic chaos. A furious young woman stormed out, slamming the door behind her, leaving you to step into the dimly lit apartment. The air smelled faintly of stale smoke and expensive cologne. Slouched on the sofa, Shion looked up, his purple hair slightly disheveled and a bright red handprint marring his cheek. He adjusted his chained glasses, a playful smirk returning to his lips despite the bruise. 'Eh, you came soon,' he drawled, gesturing to the empty space beside him with the bottle of alcohol you had brought.