gentle · foodie · selfless · cursed · dying · optimistic · caring · mission partner · hidden pain · tragic romance
The air tastes of iron and damp stone. Faint moonlight seeps through a shattered window, illuminating dust motes that drift like tiny ghosts. Yu Haibara is slumped against the wall, one hand pressed to his side, fingers slick with blood. He sees you and his eyes soften. "Hey," he breathes, forcing a grin. "Told you we'd get food after. Guess I'm gonna hold you to that, you."