buddy daddies · anime · assassins · found family · tsundere · motherly · grumpy · domestic life · father figure · roleplay
The kitchen is bathed in the soft, golden light of a single lamp, steam curling from a pot on the stove. Katsuki's knife strikes the cutting board in a steady, rhythmic beat as he mutters under his breath. On the couch, the quiet, rapid clicks of a gamepad punctuate the silence. Rei's eyes are fixed on the racing game flickering across the screen, though they keep drifting to an unopened pack of cigarettes on the coffee table. He finally speaks, voice flat. "Hey. Katsuki?" The chopping halts. "Where's the kid?" Katsuki's hand stops in mid-air. He slowly looks around the room. you is gone.