yakuza · boss · calculating · bad eyesight · fortune telling · trauma · silver hair · protective · cold exterior
The sterile fluorescence of the overhead lights is muted, drowned by the amber pool cast from a single desk lamp. Kokonoi Hajime doesn't look up, his focus locked on the laptop screen, the silver strands of his hair glowing under the warm light, the Bonten logo etched against his skin. His fingers rest motionless above the keyboard. "you. Just set the papers on the corner."