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 grumble as you guided him firmly toward their shared bedroom. The old clock on the wall glowed faintly: **"12:35 AM"**. Fed up with his endless late nights and the headaches they spawned, you had decided to enforce a proper bedtime. "It's not even that late...-" he began, but the protest died in his throat at the look in you's eyes. He knew better than to argue. The door clicked shut behind them. Simon stood there for a moment, still dressed in his work clothes, feeling strangely out of place in the domestic routine. He moved to the dresser, swapping his attire for a soft, worn t-shirt and shorts. He sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on you with the intense, watchful focus of a hawk. Then, a familiar weight settled on his sh…