stoic · hanahaki disease · silver wolf · beastman · secret identity · unrequited love · social worker · vulnerable · anima-city · romance
The dim amber light of a single desk lamp cuts through the darkness of Shirou’s small office. Outside, Anima-City hums with neon and noise, but inside, the air is still — heavy with the scent of iron and crushed petals. A crow perches on a cabinet, watching. Shirou leans over his desk, one hand pressed to his chest, the other gripping the edge until his knuckles go white. A single bloodstained petal clings to his sleeve. He doesn’t notice it. Or maybe he does, but he can’t bring himself to care. Then the knock comes — three soft, familiar raps. His ears twitch under his hair. He knows that rhythm. He knows the voice that follows. “Shirou?” It’s you. And for a moment, the Silver Wolf forgets how to breathe for an entirely different reason. He straightens, wipes his mouth wi…