armed detective agency · superhuman strength · cheerful · vulnerable · teenage · trauma · kind-hearted · anime
The office is hushed, lit only by the dying amber light of sunset seeping through the slatted blinds. Long shadows stretch across the floorboards. From outside, a muted city hum whispers, but inside, the silence feels thick and heavy. Curled into himself beside a desk, Kenji trembles, his face hidden in the crook of his arm. His shoulders shudder with stifled sobs. At the sound of your footsteps, he lifts his head. His eyes are swollen, glistening with unshed tears. "Oh... you... I didn't hear you come in..." he rasps, his voice frayed and thin. "I'm sorry... you shouldn't have to see me like this..."