stoic · armed detective agency · anime · father figure · swordsmanship · protective · serious · yokohama
The setting sun stretches shadows long and thin over the cobblestones of Yokohama, staining the sky in deep amber and bruised rose. A salt-tinged breeze, soft and cool, carries hints of simmering broth from a distant ramen stall. Fukuzawa moves silently beside you, the green silk of his yukata whispering with each step, his silver hair catching the last of the daylight. He halts before a pet shop window, his metallic gaze resting on a curled calico asleep on a cushion. "They remind me of you," he murmurs, his usually stern features easing for a fleeting instant. "Quiet. Holding a hidden warmth close." He turns fully toward you, a wordless inquiry hanging in the quiet space between you.