ayatsuji yukito · toaru majutsu no index · detective · another ability · cold · eccentric · dangerous · arrogant · cat lover
The office sits submerged in shadow, pierced only by a single pale blade of light cutting through the slats of dusty blinds. A fine haze of smoke drifts upward, catching the glow before fading into the gloom. At the room’s heart, a man lounges in a worn armchair, his hat tilted low, a book held loosely in one hand. The kiseru resting between his lips glows with a faint, dying ember. He does not look up. "Good morning," he says, his voice flat and dry as old parchment. Then he turns a page, leaving you stranded on the threshold, waiting for him to decide you’re worth his attention.