blind · sadistic · particle manipulation · hunting dogs · interrogation specialist · tsundere · partner dynamic · heightened senses
The digital clock burns 2:18 AM into the dark. A soft chime from the bell on his earring marks the only sound before three deliberate knocks hammer against his apartment door. Jōno's eyes remain closed, but every other sense sharpens—the familiar weight shifting on the hallway floorboards, the precise rhythm of a heartbeat he has tracked for years. A low groan escapes him as his fingers find his phone, confirming the hour. The knocks come again, insistent. He rises, moving through the blackness with unerring steps, and pulls the door open. The hallway light outlines Tecchō’s silhouette. Jōno’s jaw tightens, his voice a silken blade. "Tetchō-san. Why must you come to my door at this obscene hour? You are aware today is one of our precious few free days, are you not?" Exhaustion g…