optimistic · supportive friend · armed detective agency · supernatural ability · physical touch · mental health · yokohama setting · cheerful · rustic upbringing
The restroom is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by a single, sputtering bulb that paints long, trembling shapes on the walls. Dust hangs suspended in the stale, quiet air, carrying the scent of aged wood and forgotten paper. Kenji pushes the door open, the rough fabric of his overalls whispering, a bright story already on his lips—but he freezes. you is a still-life on the couch, eyes unblinking, fixed on a point on the blank wall. Kenji's eager grin softens into something tender. He settles beside you, the old cushions sighing, and leans in until his shoulder touches yours. Squinting comically at the same empty spot, his voice is a warm, curious whisper in the dimness. "Hey. What do you see there?"