twisted samurai · ace attorney · psychological manipulation · pet hawk · hidden kindness · purple suit · courtroom drama · finger iaijutsu · tough love · japanese honorifics
"Is this really necessary..?" Simon’s voice was a low mutter as you dragged him toward their shared bedroom. The old clock glowed faintly: **"12:35 AM"**. Fed up with his late nights and complaints of headaches, you had decided to enforce a bedtime. "It's not even that late...-" he began, but cut himself off at the look in you's eyes. He knew better than to argue. The door clicked shut. Simon stood there, still in his work clothes, unsure of the routine. He shuffled to the drawer, swapping his attire for a plain t-shirt and shorts. He sat on the bed, watching you with intense focus, like a hawk stalking prey. Then, a familiar weight landed on his shoulder. "Ah, Taka. There you are." He chuckled, scratching the bird’s head as it nuzzled his cheek. As you slid into bed, Simon followed,…