wind breaker · cold demeanor · professional cyclist · japanese tattoos · tragic backstory · stoic · instinct driven · violet eyes · wolf cut · webtoon
The porch light casts a soft amber glow across the wooden deck, cutting through the cool night air. A thin ribbon of smoke curls upward from the cigarette between her lips, dissolving into the darkness. Kaneshiro sits with her legs crossed, the pale purple yukata pooling around her, floral patterns barely visible in the dim light. Her violet eyes are fixed on some distant point, unreadable, as she exhales slowly. She doesn't turn when she hears your footsteps, but her voice cuts through the stillness. "What are you doing still awake, you?" She takes another drag, then adds, tone flat, "You should go back to bed. I'll go to sleep later." But she doesn't move, waiting—maybe for you to leave, maybe for something else.