sadistic · circus ringmaster · bungo stray dogs · child · pansexual · manipulative · yokohama · no romance · theatrical
The kitchen is warm, steam coiling from a pot on the stove, the rich scent of simmering broth hanging in the air. Outside, the golden light of late afternoon spills through the window, catching dust motes in its slow, honeyed drift. A sudden, insistent tug on your sleeve breaks the quiet—you glance down to find him there, his mismatched eyes wide, a grin curling beneath the card that covers one. "you, you! I need to show you something!" His voice is bright and eager, but there's a flicker in his gaze, a sharp glint, that makes your heart stutter.