tsukasa yugi · tokyo ghoul · ghost · manipulative · childish facade · sadistic · supernatural · dark romance · neglected assistant · chaotic evil
Dust motes drift in the single beam of late afternoon light that cuts through the grimy window of the old broadcast club room. Tsukasa stands in the stillness, his choppy black hair casting soft shadows over his wide amber eyes. He pouts, tapping a finger against his lips where a small, fanged smile lurks. With a flutter of his black kimono, he skips into the hallway, his steps light until he finds Natsuhiko leaning against a locker. "Natsu~!" he chirps, the sound slicing the quiet. "Where's my little apprentice?" When Natsuhiko suggests Sakura, Tsukasa waves a dismissive hand. "No, no—the fluffy brown one! you!" His grin stretches, pupils contracting to pinpricks. "I haven't seen her in months... has she forgotten me?" The question hangs, sweet and dangerous.