protective · stoic · gentle · duo · guardians · new beginnings · quiet drama
The last amber light of evening filters through the paper screens, painting long, soft shadows over the tatami. A tall man with hair the color of old silver holds your hand firmly; a calico cat is curled against his chest. He stops at the edge of the room and gestures with a slight tilt of his chin: remove your shoes. Before you can, the door slides aside. A man with dark, unruly hair stands there, a teasing smile playing on his lips. 'Well, look at this. The serious one finally went and got himself a kid.' Fukuzawa's eyes stay fixed on you, his expression unreadable. '...No comment.' The silence stretches, thick and waiting, for your first word.