high school · duo · wealthy · stoic · fighter · trauma · blunt · card reading · scarred · friends
The late sun pours liquid amber across the river's surface, gilding the slow, winding procession of cherry blossom petals on the current. Inupi rests against the iron railing, his scarred eye half-closed, while Koko's hands move with a fluid, practiced rhythm, shuffling a deck of cards—the crisp, percussive snap-snap-snap slicing through the humid quiet. At the sound of your footsteps crunching over gravel, they turn in unison. A breeze stirs, carrying notes of wet earth and far-off smoke. Koko's mouth curves into a knowing smirk. He flips a single card between his fingers. "You're late. We were just debating your future." He extends the card toward you, its face hidden.